I got a call from RD on Sunday night saying all was fine and even R talked to me saying ‘Amma, I touched ek elephant and even K ne touch kiya che’ Ah! all was well…until on Monday, I didnt get any message, no call, no missed call nothing…I was okay till about 10 in the night after which I slept rather fitfully (which never ever has happened earlier, not even during my board exams or final year exams!) I got up in the morning (Tuesday Morning) and FIL and GMIL asked me if there was any news, I said no..
I tried calling, the phone kept ringing but the guy wont pick up…MIL didnt have her phone..I got nervous..came to work called about 3 times and messaged him…Finally at about 12ish I messaged him saying please call I am getting nervous…
then at about 12.30, I called up RD’s uncle was accompanying them upto a certain point and he gave me big time jhad for being paranoid and said that RD may have been caught up between temples or something in those lines..I got bugged and said I dont care, my baby is there and I just want to know if all is fine…he said all IS fine…I said, thats all I want to know..and said thank you and kept the phone down..
Just as I keep the phone down, I get a message from the older love of my life ‘All good. Swami Saranam’
Why me God why me? Couldnt RD have sent that message a little earlier before I almost came to telephonic blows with RD’s uncle (who by the way is one of my favorites, I fight with him all the time ;))
So I decide to use the Tuesday night to collect some books with my friend has kept apart for R to read..her daughter is past that age and she asked me to come and collect it..so I take my Activa and drive a long long way (What RD is not around to scold na ;)) and then as I was nearing her place, the activa started giving jhatkas…arey please let me go back home safe and all that I pray only to realise that petrol is less (Why cant RD fill it I wonder ;))
Anyways, I get the books and decide that I shall fill petrol while going back home…and start saying all the prayers on earth ‘bhagwan, please please take me only till the petrol pump, after that its okie’ as I say my prayers at every signal the activa is acting as though it has a bad case of whooping cough!!
finally just at the major signal before the petrol pump its coughs violently and sleeps off…arey get up get up I am telling it while kicking it and pushing it and by this time I hear hundreds and thousands of horns descending on my ear drums as though I am in some kind of a live rock show.
So Scribby was kind enough to come ALL the way from her town to Bombay and take out time between work to especially meet me just for about 10 minutes at work…she also got me the lovely sev and it was yummmmm
I get a call from downstairs, that Scribby is waiting downstairs
I rush down and we hug, almost scream, stop ourselves, try and behave *ahem ahem* professional and all that…
We chat and chat and chat…I tell her I have 10 minutes and the poor girl gives me the sev and asks do you want a bag to carry it
RM: no no its okie
Scribby: What if people ask you?
RM: Gah! no one will
and then we talk and talk and talk..and I say bye to her (I didnt even offer her water, Gah! I am sure a pathetic friend) and carry the packet in my hand..pretending to be discreet till I hear one of the ladies who comes in my bus asking me loudly ‘Hey whats in your hand? itna bada packet sev?’ and the whole damn floor looks at me!!
PS – No Scribby, I didnt share it with anyone…I am shameless that ways!
So remember the guy I wrote about during my morning meets …nice chap always talking to ..that day, I went running to catch the bus near my house and he was there…he smiled and asked ‘your daughter is not there? vacations?’ and his smile is so cute, I was like ‘yaa yaa, she is NOT there’
so we climb the bus together, smiling at each other and then of course I sit on the ladies seat (before you start getting ideas) and we both get down at our stop…I am almost about to flirt with him planning to tell him see you tomorrow and all that when
Cute Guy: Okay bye DIDI!!
PS: Well, on the other hand, like my friend tells me ‘at least he didnt call you Aunty!’
And for those of you who asked…R did it..she climbed most of the malai by herself *gasp* for the lazy brat that she is, I sure was surprised…the last few metres apparently she got carried by one of the guys in the group who was sweet enough to notice that she was tiring like crazy..and offered to carry her *God comes in all forms and I guess for R, he was God 🙂 *
There, another milestone in her life…she will be in Bombay tomorrow and I will be lying if I say, I am not looking forward to it 🙂