We continued our journey on the wet road of our coffee town. The smell of the coffee filled the air welcoming me to world of coffee prince kitty.
“Aditi told me…it was you who gave 300rs participation fees for that clg dance competition not Pritam..”, she smiled.
“What are you saying?” I asked her casually yet confused.
he had said he was somewhat new to town and his family is in a far off village. and he had just moved here complete his masters , against his family’s wish. He had spoken the truth but I wasnot wise enough to realise it then.
A boy just 2 years elder to me being so independent and determined in life attracted me. It all started with curiosity. I started peeping through the window every morning to see him work. He carefully took the milk packets and placed them in the baskets tied to the front gates, the way he rolled the newspapers in a thin plastic covers before keeping them along with milk packets, how nicely he greeted the people who walked and jogged on the roads.
“I still cannot believe all this is real” I said pressing my head. My head felt heavy and dizzy. I did not want to stand in that place anymore. A bungalow, swimming pool and a big garden looked so unrealistic like an illusion. If I hadn’t followed him I might have never known he was such a good damned actor.
Just as I turned towards where everyone stared with their mouth open, Param got down from his jaguar and walked towards me. I looked at the car and let out a sigh. He came smiling like he did always. He was the same old Param but the way I see him now is different. The scooty key in my hands suddenly felt tiny.
“Love you too” came his instant reply.