We met?! (2)

(B.S- Just look through few words in 'We met!?(1)' to have a grip.)

I smiled in a weird way, sky was pouring and roads were all new! Human eyes looked me, baffled. That evening walk to home was all fresh and new. At home I did nothing but sat to watch through the windows, the drips. 'Sharma, my three years' chant. I met him today, I have his number, he smiled at me'. Wah!! I penned this in my journal. I never had this happy-go-amused feeling with my journal before. 'I met himmmmm', I kept repeating this whole day. I was lying on cloud no.9 then.

9.00 PM, it was freezing. Winter and loving heart make a pleasing combination. I felt this was a great secret of my life, I am a girl though. "Jaab!" I wanted to call Jaab, my only bestie. She must be sleeping but I could not resist.

"Jaab! You know what?1?" I was jumping on my cot. "Urgh.Pata nai yaar! How will I know? I am sleeping, you idiot". I never heard her,"I met Sharma baby! My Jitin Sharma!," I crinkled to make a weird laugh on excitement. Girls knew it. "I met him on train today. God! he looks handsome and you know what? I have his nimber". Jaab was rolling over to get up and wore her specs. I don't understand this with her. "Saaleey! When did this happen han?! I don't find a reason for you to crack me out in this. It must be true," she gave her a confirmation. "So what next? Mere piya. . . ab ajah re. . " she started singing. I crinkled again and cut the call. 'Enjoy this girlie. I know you will love some lone time. tc. cul." Jaab's text message beeped in and she always know me.

Stirring the lumps of sugar in my cuppa, I looked at the wall before. Wall and Sky showed him to me. "Arey! My hero. What's up there?". Wall echoed, "Ring me up".

Exhilarated gushing, I cut the call on second ring. 'What are you soing baby? You are a girl and you call him!' the lady in me poked in. 'Fool he don't have your number!' the angel in me convinced. Ego is the beauty spa of love, I mean trashing the ego is. Sipping the last gulp, I brought my knees closer to the chin, I went on a rehearsal. "Hello Sharma Sir". Fool sir haan? he is your love. "Hey hi! its me". Lady you are getting so formal. "Hello Sharma . . train. . other day". Come on man! you will top his flirt list. 

"Hello Sharma! I am your junior, met you on train the other day. How are you?" I spluttered out. His humble voice,"Hello! Jitin yeah. I am fine. So What's up?". I blabbed,"I told you about my project? I have to discuss something on it". I could hear him chuckle,"2013 pass out has a doubt in her project yet? interesting." Err. . I flopped and still managed,"Well yah! But I am continuing my work for my Masters. Am I disturbing you?" Girls are clever about this question.

He was gentle, "No not at all! Tell me." Boys are stupid about this reply, when they like the girl. I mute the call to crinkle again. I continued,"Did you have your break fast?". Not puzzled by my deviation, he replied. We kept the call long with Arsenal's victory, political chaos, breakfast and lunch menu. We reached to the point of chatting on likes and dislikes. I felt this was too ripen for the first call.

A mosquito pinched my chin to alarm me, it was all not happening in real. the mobile was lying afar. With the foolish sigh, I picked up and dialed. A lady said he was busy. Cut off the logic, its love and I was angry. Tenth attempt and third ring the call was picked. "Hello! Preet here. Am I speaking to Jitin Sharma?" My heartbeat was faster, my lips shivered. I heard breathing on the other end,"Huh? No. Sorry. Wrong number".