I asked him to wait downstairs for me. We just entered the hotel room we booked for ourselves and being exhausted by the journey and captivated by the beauty of the hotel interiors, he didn't take 5 minutes of our arrival, to announce that we are directly to head out in the Food Court of the hotel. We are not lovers, just students who managed a short trip on a budget, hence the decision of booking a single room. Lets call him H.
Inside the room, I take my time to relax, change my Short Kurti-jeans into a cute one piece flared mini dress, paired with lace up flats but the component I was waiting so desperately were the colored lenses (no more specks on this trip) and the Bob - styled wig. Don't get me wrong, I am super comfortable in my normal outfit, specks and naturally wavy hair in my regular life, but today..., well, it's not the Normal Day in my Normal life!
My phone rang and I know it's him.
"We do not have whole day" he said, mimicking the 3 Idiots' dialogue.
"I know, just walking downstairs" I kept the call a short one.
Getting out and locking the room, I walk down to the food court. I spot him in a moment. It's he who takes time to recognize me. His face changes from annoyance, to confusion, to realization and at last, a smirk. His grin widens as I approach the table.
"Why so fancy, girl? Are you going to make me meet your love here?" he said it with a chuckle.
"No" I say simply, unable to hide my embarrassment. His smile is infectious. He really didn't see this coming when we left our hometown this morning. Its 4pm on the clock. Our order was ready, and he went to bring the coffee. He came back and without making eye contact, asked me
"So, tell me, why have you taken up this get up?"
Getting serious is unusual for him and more than that, talking without making eye contact meant he is hiding something which was a direct indicator that I shouldn't mess this up. I have seen that look in his eyes before and I know he won't be taking any philosophical explanations. Last few days were full of unexpected events, mainly on the bad side. Since then, he gets grumpy easily.
What I also knew was, this isn't the place to talk about that.
I told him to finish his coffee and let's go the beach side and he will get all his answers.
He didn't resist. Yet, his disagreement was tangible.
"What?" it was my turn to express annoyance.
"it's 4 on the clock! we almost have 2 hours before we head off to the beach." He made a face.
I shrugged.
But things had to wait. He has to have patience for what's coming.
We went walking in the streets to explore the
area, knowing the facilities available at the
walking distance from the hotel. We tried some
street food, talked about random stuff but he
avoided the topic to be discussed. He is bad at
hiding things from me, but he still tried. His
efforts were visible.
Did he know what I was going to reveal at the
beach?
Probably not.
How can he, when things are just in my head
(yet)?
Tired of roaming, we finally headed to the beach.
The breeze of the evening was cooler than the one
which we felt on our arrival. Reaching there, he
said ,”So madam, what's the plan now?”
“Keep walking, you’ll realize”
The silence was becoming uncomfortable. We
had to talk but no one spoke. We can't fake
conversations anymore. We avoided eye contact.
We kept walking when he slowed down,
eventually stopping.
I knew it was time.
I stopped, looked at him and followed his gaze.
The person I was waiting to make him meet.
Lets call him A.
“A is here. I can't afford to be recognised by him”
I kept reminding myself of this.
He and A were friends, before some
misunderstanding happened and they lost
contact.
I wanted to hear their conversation but I couldn't
keep myself close to them. I kept walking,
maintaining distance.
I lost track of their conversation. The good thing
was, they lost track of my existence as well. They
talked for a long time. I kept judging the scene
based on their actions, while pretending to be
busy with my ice cream. I couldn't follow them
and gave up.
I left the beach quietly and since it was getting
dark, my escape was easier than I thought.
I didn't know how their conversation got along
but I was happy that they met and as far as I
can tell, things weren't so bad.
Sitting in the hotel’s food court again, I got his
call.
“Where are you?”
“Food court”
“Be there, I am coming right now.” He hung up
before I could speak .
He was there in 15 mins.
“Why did you leave?”
I gave him a things-explain-themself look and
that’s when he realized it was all my plan.
Me bringing him (and A) here at the beach,
changing my appearance, leaving quietly and
by the look of his face, I know A has told him
everything and instead of frustration (that
has become his partner in the last
few days ), he reflected relief. He was relieved
to hear that the claims that he has stolen from
his A's bag has been dismissed, he apologised
to him for all the inconvenience caused to him
by the authorities and how bad it was for
someone to frame him, to ruin his reputation
and their friendship.
"You were behind the whole thing getting
sorted? And was this trip a part of your
plan as well ?" He asked.
"Yep. To bring you peace. And some fun time!
Things were getting overwhelming and we
needed a break, especially you!"
I tried to sound excited, but the wrinkled over his forehead said a different story.
"Does that have something to do with your change of appearance and why didn't you meet A there, on the beach ?"
That's because I knew who culprit was.
It was A, who first hid his precious belongings and then framed him. A had not known that I know the truth. He has a dangerous side unknown to A.
I had to protect H and myself.
I secretly sent the evidences to the authority, keeping my privacy at utmost priority.
Direct evidences were enough to get H free from being seen as criminal. Him being free was my goal accomplished. The most risky task of convincing A to apologise to H was
executed by the proffesor himself, when he said that unless the audio recording of apology to H wasn't submitted in the office , his suspension won't be revoked. And this beach , this vacation ? That's the home town to A. He had been here since his suspension began. He had to be here.
I was brought back to reality with H waving his hand.
"Where are you lost, madam ?" He asked.
"In your eyes" I said it with some serious demeanour.
He burst out laughing and I joined in.
Our order for the food was called out and I stood up in a hurry, stating my starving stomach. When I came back, I saw he was on a call and again using my judgement I understood it was a call by our batchmate, narrating him the whole story. It was a long call and there I was , finally able to satiate my growling stomach. The part of the story that's not out in the public ears is the name of person who sent the evidences. That's me.
We planned to go to watch a movie and the the question of why I didn't meet A was out of his mind really soon.
I am still a ghost in the story and I prefer to stay this way !
Inside the room, I take my time to relax, change my Short Kurti-jeans into a cute one piece flared mini dress, paired with lace up flats but the component I was waiting so desperately were the colored lenses (no more specks on this trip) and the Bob - styled wig. Don't get me wrong, I am super comfortable in my normal outfit, specks and naturally wavy hair in my regular life, but today..., well, it's not the Normal Day in my Normal life!
My phone rang and I know it's him.
"We do not have whole day" he said, mimicking the 3 Idiots' dialogue.
"I know, just walking downstairs" I kept the call a short one.
Getting out and locking the room, I walk down to the food court. I spot him in a moment. It's he who takes time to recognize me. His face changes from annoyance, to confusion, to realization and at last, a smirk. His grin widens as I approach the table.
"Why so fancy, girl? Are you going to make me meet your love here?" he said it with a chuckle.
"No" I say simply, unable to hide my embarrassment. His smile is infectious. He really didn't see this coming when we left our hometown this morning. Its 4pm on the clock. Our order was ready, and he went to bring the coffee. He came back and without making eye contact, asked me
"So, tell me, why have you taken up this get up?"
Getting serious is unusual for him and more than that, talking without making eye contact meant he is hiding something which was a direct indicator that I shouldn't mess this up. I have seen that look in his eyes before and I know he won't be taking any philosophical explanations. Last few days were full of unexpected events, mainly on the bad side. Since then, he gets grumpy easily.
What I also knew was, this isn't the place to talk about that.
I told him to finish his coffee and let's go the beach side and he will get all his answers.
He didn't resist. Yet, his disagreement was tangible.
"What?" it was my turn to express annoyance.
"it's 4 on the clock! we almost have 2 hours before we head off to the beach." He made a face.
I shrugged.
But things had to wait. He has to have patience for what's coming.
We went walking in the streets to explore the
area, knowing the facilities available at the
walking distance from the hotel. We tried some
street food, talked about random stuff but he
avoided the topic to be discussed. He is bad at
hiding things from me, but he still tried. His
efforts were visible.
Did he know what I was going to reveal at the
beach?
Probably not.
How can he, when things are just in my head
(yet)?
Tired of roaming, we finally headed to the beach.
The breeze of the evening was cooler than the one
which we felt on our arrival. Reaching there, he
said ,”So madam, what's the plan now?”
“Keep walking, you’ll realize”
The silence was becoming uncomfortable. We
had to talk but no one spoke. We can't fake
conversations anymore. We avoided eye contact.
We kept walking when he slowed down,
eventually stopping.
I knew it was time.
I stopped, looked at him and followed his gaze.
The person I was waiting to make him meet.
Lets call him A.
“A is here. I can't afford to be recognised by him”
I kept reminding myself of this.
He and A were friends, before some
misunderstanding happened and they lost
contact.
I wanted to hear their conversation but I couldn't
keep myself close to them. I kept walking,
maintaining distance.
I lost track of their conversation. The good thing
was, they lost track of my existence as well. They
talked for a long time. I kept judging the scene
based on their actions, while pretending to be
busy with my ice cream. I couldn't follow them
and gave up.
I left the beach quietly and since it was getting
dark, my escape was easier than I thought.
I didn't know how their conversation got along
but I was happy that they met and as far as I
can tell, things weren't so bad.
Sitting in the hotel’s food court again, I got his
call.
“Where are you?”
“Food court”
“Be there, I am coming right now.” He hung up
before I could speak .
He was there in 15 mins.
“Why did you leave?”
I gave him a things-explain-themself look and
that’s when he realized it was all my plan.
Me bringing him (and A) here at the beach,
changing my appearance, leaving quietly and
by the look of his face, I know A has told him
everything and instead of frustration (that
has become his partner in the last
few days ), he reflected relief. He was relieved
to hear that the claims that he has stolen from
his A's bag has been dismissed, he apologised
to him for all the inconvenience caused to him
by the authorities and how bad it was for
someone to frame him, to ruin his reputation
and their friendship.
"You were behind the whole thing getting
sorted? And was this trip a part of your
plan as well ?" He asked.
"Yep. To bring you peace. And some fun time!
Things were getting overwhelming and we
needed a break, especially you!"
I tried to sound excited, but the wrinkled over his forehead said a different story.
"Does that have something to do with your change of appearance and why didn't you meet A there, on the beach ?"
That's because I knew who culprit was.
It was A, who first hid his precious belongings and then framed him. A had not known that I know the truth. He has a dangerous side unknown to A.
I had to protect H and myself.
I secretly sent the evidences to the authority, keeping my privacy at utmost priority.
Direct evidences were enough to get H free from being seen as criminal. Him being free was my goal accomplished. The most risky task of convincing A to apologise to H was
executed by the proffesor himself, when he said that unless the audio recording of apology to H wasn't submitted in the office , his suspension won't be revoked. And this beach , this vacation ? That's the home town to A. He had been here since his suspension began. He had to be here.
I was brought back to reality with H waving his hand.
"Where are you lost, madam ?" He asked.
"In your eyes" I said it with some serious demeanour.
He burst out laughing and I joined in.
Our order for the food was called out and I stood up in a hurry, stating my starving stomach. When I came back, I saw he was on a call and again using my judgement I understood it was a call by our batchmate, narrating him the whole story. It was a long call and there I was , finally able to satiate my growling stomach. The part of the story that's not out in the public ears is the name of person who sent the evidences. That's me.
We planned to go to watch a movie and the the question of why I didn't meet A was out of his mind really soon.
I am still a ghost in the story and I prefer to stay this way !
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