Ram Bhaiya ki Chai aur Ek bar

If you like someone you want to see them every day, don’t you? Well I was also in that same situation. It had been more than 2 months now since I saw her due to my office timings which had changed and honestly I was going mad; thinking about her all the time, her smile, her innocent face, that white dress. Everything about her was there in my head which just can't take out. As if I am seeing her every day.

One of my friends, Mayur was going to Abu Dhabi, and my management changed my timings again. Wow! That was relief. So now the hero gets to meet his heroine again…

Ram bhaiya here I come...

Nothing has changed in these 2 months. Ram bhaiya is as warm as he was 2 months back when we went there last time. All the college students are still the same, same girl who was running late for college; she is still running late for college. I don’t know when she will get her acts together. The same guy still wears a tie to the college and his tie today also looks ugly like it used to do.

And I wait for her holding my lemon tea talking to Varun. We are talking and Varun looks at his watch and says “We are getting late…” I look at him dejectedly and we start walking back to settle the bill. I am walking towards my bike, I grab the helmet and I give one last look towards the lane from where she always comes. To my disappointment she never turned up.

Next day also was same, no sign of her. Did she leave college? Was she final year student? All sorts of crazy things were running through my mind. And a week went like that without any trace of her. I was growing impatient I mean it has been a week where the hell was she? God has given me a second chance and I am trying to make most of it and she doesn’t even care. What kind of a girl does like that? I know – “A NOT INTERESTED ONE” but still…

Kehte hai ki jo honi mein hai usko kaun tal sakta hai… aur agar bhagwan ne than li hai toh phir milne wale toh milke hi rahenge…

Thinking of not to give up I still go to Ram bhaiya’s shop… I get our 2 glasses of lemon tea and making my way from the crowd in front of the shop I step out only to crash into someone. The hot lemon tea fell on my hand and with anger I look up to see who it was…

“Hooo Akhiyan kare ji hazorori, maange hai teri manzoori

Kajra seyahi… din rang jaaye… Teri kastoori rain jagaye,

Mann mast magan, mann mast magan

Bas tera naam doharaye…”

My angel stood in front of me… Her eyes were never so beautiful, that look on her face was mesmerizing. The hot tea on my hand was not paining anymore. All I could say was “Sorry”. Yes “Sorry”… that was my first word.

She looked at me and smiled. Guys! Had I died at that point of time, my face would have had a million dollar smile.

P.S.: I know this sounds little too romantic or kind of bollywood style but then what is a love story without spices and songs. I have to keep audience also interested na?

So coming back to the story… where was I? Yes…

Argh!!!! Sorry?? Seriously Prashant? I mean anything.. I could have said anything to her… Hi… Hello… Anything… Even I love you… Ok that’s like going a little far…

I looked at her and there she was looking right back at me. I smiled and she smiled back.

All this while, I forgot about one person who was looking at all of this. Varun. I look at him and he has this happiness in his eyes and I said “Bhai… Roz chai girane ko tayyar hoon main agar har bar aisa ho daily…”

After this incident we always exchange smile and a Hi whenever we see each other.

Prem Kahani toh shuru pichle bog main hi hoagayi thi… ab toh baat aage badi hai. Agla move would be to slightly step on the accelerator and get things going; a little ahead of more than just smiles and Hi.

Ek baat jo abhi bhi anjaan hai woh hai uska naam. Yes I still don’t know her name.  Let’s see if I can get that in my next post.