Monday, February 26, 2018

I JUST KNEW ! Part 24


It’s very funny how we term our ego as self-prestige. Post checking the messages from Sanskar that night, I called him thrice but he dint lift my call. No Idea what got into me but I was very annoyed by that, I thought of dropping him a message then came the evil part of me which said, he is not taking your call just don’t ruin your image  and I did exactly what it said. After a day I again found missed calls from Sanskar as my mobile was on silent mode, while attending the conference. When I called him back, He did not lift. This I am not talking and texting game was on for a few days, until he mailed me on my official email id, the email had attached pictures of him from Singapore.

Again there were only pictures no mail contents no subject only pictures, Well I checked those pictures, he was looking quite cool in them, then I sent these pictures to my personal email, I thought, I can have them in my mobile and check whenever I want. Then I did a smarter thing, I sent him my pictures (The one taken at Sunita’s wedding I especially chose the one in which I was looking prettier, I guess we all do the same) on the reply of the same mail with no subject.
 Next day I found Sanskar’s Friends request on Facebook, I did not accept it I thought to do it later. But I was willing to add him thinking I can check more pictures of him if I add him but then he could do the same so let’s not add him. It’s really funny how your mind plays with you and then there are hormones which control half of your actions.
While I was busy with winding up one of my task, Sherlee appeared asking me to join her for lunch. I took my tiffin and walked with her towards the cafeteria, soon I heard my phone ringing this time, I checked it was sanskar, I thought I must talk I asked sherlee to go and get her food while I will wait at the table, I allowed the phone to ring till I reached the table. Then I lifted and said “So finally” and Sanskar said “What finally, I thought you are ignoring me” and I answered “Why would I do that” Sanskar said “May be some sort of mood swings that women’s deal with ” and I continued “I see, are you back from Singapore?” there was no reply the line was gone I tried calling him again the number was not reachable. Soon Sherlee appeared with her paratha’s and I thought of tasting them so I pushed my mobile aside and started munching on. We discussed project , the party of release which was going to be next day evening and then gossiped about fellow colleagues, later moved back to work. The Project was almost done from our end the testing and fixing of bugs was left. I was leaving home on time it was such a relief I thought.
After I reached home it was India Pakistan cricket match which postponed our dinner we three were glued to the television. India won this time, we added ice-cream to our dinner for celebrating the victory. What a match it was I thought having my ice cream. Mean while Mom asked “You said there is some finishing to be done in this dress” showing me my violet frok I said “Yes mom, here there are two buttons off ” showing her the sleeve. She asked me “when do you want it ?” I said “tomorrow mumma , the party is tomorrow evening.”
She made an angry face, I made again a cute puppy face and like always it worked.
Next day morning I got ready packed my violet dress for party and rest of the things along with my tiffin box. As I reached my bus stop I got a weird feeling like someone is watching me, I checked around there was no one it was 8: 00 AM  and a very few autos appeared and little vehicles moving by. However the feeling continued I checked for my bus on my right of the road, just then someone patted my left shoulder, In a reflex I turned my head and there stood Sanskar. I just couldn’t control that smile, it appear on my face, though I was not wanting to smile specially that big smile.  I was completely surprised with his sudden presence there and I went like “what … you .. .. dream ..  I mean …..what aaa” and like always he started laughing.

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