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      Nine b-e-e-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l photographs of   her.
Amazed and spellbound by her beauty, I kept staring at those pictures. Without any doubt, those
were her best pictures. They had a magical effect on me. In that moment, I struggled with two things:
first, my unwillingness to take my eyes off any one picture and, second, the eagerness to see the
others at the same time.
What a sweet surprise she had given me. My heart was on cloud nine knowing that this beauty was
mine, and when beauty overrides your brain, you don’t know what to say, you go numb with
pleasure.
Then, realizing that her innocent heart had sacrificed a night’s sleep waiting for me, I finally typed,
‘Hey Angel … because that’s what you look like in those pictures. Thank you so much dear, for such
a
sweet surprise.’
Simultaneously, her message flashed on my screen, ‘Achchi lag rahi hu na main? You want to say
something?’
‘Bahut! :-* I won’t be able to find better words than what I am feeling. Or maybe I will …’
And before I could complete my line, I heard the door of my room opening followed by
footsteps. I turned back. It was my colleague who was on the phone with someone and was calling me
for another quick meeting. I begged his pardon for two minutes, in which I managed to say goodbye to her.
‘I am still in a beautiful shock,’ was my last message.
I didn’t eat lunch that afternoon. The feast for my eyes satisfied my hunger.
That day onwards, one of her pictures—the only one with a close-up of hers—became my
desktop’s wallpaper.
Day Forty-Five
I boarded my plane back to India.

(Heheh kya kya socha mere readers)

(So he is back to India)

It was almost midnight when I got off at Delhi airport. As soon as I was out of the immigration
channel, I switched on my Indian cellphone. And I called my mom before anybody else, like she
wanted, to let her know that her son was back and was absolutely fine. She too was expecting my
call, and that’s why she couldn’t sleep (mom’s are like that). I spoke to her for a few minutes and
bade her goodnight. Then I moved to the conveyor belt to pick my luggage.
At the exit gate, I booked a cab to hotel.
No, I wasn’t heading towards her but to a hotel she had booked for me. We learnt from our past
mistakes that commuting between hotel far from delhi and Delhi could be more than a little problematic. So
why not book a hotel near her home itself?
I was in the cab when a few mesages made a sharp entry in my message box. All of them were from
Avni. The topmost one read:
Ur hotel is booked. Gimme
a call when you land.
I was very eager to talk to her now that I was, once again, in her country … I mean our country. It’s
such a different feeling, returning to your beloved after a long time. Everything around you appears
so lovely. Every beautiful thing brings a smile to your face. Every hour, the level of your anxiety
increases as the time before you’ll see each other decreases.
I called her up. Later, she told me what she did: Seeing her favorite name on the display of her
phone after so long, she held her hand to her heart, smiled, closed her eyes, thanked God, took a
deep breath, opened her eyes and picked up the phone.
‘H-i-i-iiiiiiiiiiiii!’ She jumped loudly on the ground.
‘Haha … Helloooooooo!’ I was happy to hear her crazy’hi’, just like a kid. ‘I am so so so happy you’re back.’
‘So am I.’
And we went crazy. Shouting. Laughing. Singing … That was how happy we were.
I heard her, going merrily around her house, letting everybody know that I was back. In a
roundrobin fashion, each and every lady in the house talked to me.
‘Mujhe bhi do … maine bhi baat karni hai.’
‘Dad is sleeping, so maybe you will be talking to him tomorrow,’ she said.
Well, we kept talking till I reached my hotel. Of course, there was no reason why we shouldn’t be
doing that. Getting the directions from her, I explained them to the driver of my cab.
Royal Hotel (i don't know names of hotel so consider this) was my destination for the night. It was not that good a hotel, but
she had booked it because most of the good hotels in the city were full as it was the marriage season
(November) and, more importantly, it was the nearest to her place.
On my way to royal, we were passing through the outskirts of the city and my phone was
frequently
losing its network coverage, and I dialed her number again and again. Before giving out completely,
the network played hide and seek on my mobile’s screen for a while. I somehow managed to send
her
an SMS:
Wll call u once I
reach hotel.
To which she replied:
NO. CAL ME the MOMENT
U R GoinNG to OPEN UR ROOM.
DN’T FORGET
Well, I did what she wanted. Half an hour later, as I was unlocking the door of my room in the hotel,
I called her. We were back on the phone when I moved into the dark room.
‘Ok, now on your right hand, there is a switchboard. The first one is the light,’ she said. And I
wondered why she was instructing me.
The room was cold. The AC was on and there was a beautiful fragrance in the room.
In the light of my phone’s screen, I switched on the lights of the room and what came next was
a sweet surprise.
‘OH MY GOD!’
In front of me was a giant bed with two bouquets of roses, along with a note on each one of them.
And they read—‘Welcome back’ and ‘I missed you so much.’
Apart from this, there was a tissue paper peeking out from under the cushions. From a distance I
could not read it, but I noticed the maroon impression of her lips on it—a lovely advance gift of love which she left for me.
I read the note....

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