May, someday!!

Turn to my right, i see a silver innova with a dog peeping its face out, looking at me, panting asthough trying to make fun of me, that rest of its body can still feel the AC inside. I try to see beyond the panting face, inside the car, through the dark reflective window glasses. See a dark image inside. First thing i do, try n find if it has got something coming out from behind its head, on the chest, or something like that. And if i find it, am sure its a gal. now i try and concentrate to find out if that face is looking at me. It turns , brushes the back of the dog, stares somewhere. Yes! for a second it looks at me, now i turn away, nod my head as though am enjoying some rock song on the go, look at the signal lamp, look at the rearview mirror, look at my watch, and again i turn towards the innova. If that dark figure's head is still looking towards me, i turn again, put my bike in first gear, rise the throttle couple of times, roaring, which that figure obviously can hear, and disappear in a crowd of thousands of 2 wheelers on road. Its what thousands of two wheeler riders like me do when they are forcefully stopped at traffic signals.

It was a bright summer afternoon, with heavy traffic on road. I was in no hurry and was riding ma bike in a way letting the handle carry wherever it wishes to. Its a kind of relaxed drive i always do. I had to meet someone exactly half an hour before he was supposed to leave the town. Thinking about those important 30 minutes, about how to make it more smoother and mutually pleasureful i stopped at a traffic signal.

Now, the most important part. Why do they say 'your heart skipped a beat' ? How the hell would you know unless your heart have really skipped a beat when you were not sound asleep. If it has, then you already know what i am talking about. Otherwise, it really doesnt matter, cause it never mattered. Anyays, It was as though i were listening to some song, which you can not sing yourself cause u can not concentrate on the lyrics, that the song is soo good. You listen to the song and look around, try and relate that the sound of female voice is coming from the next innova or activa, chorus from everybody on footpath, guitar from some guy in RX 100 @ the back, and so on. So you turn, look at each one of them, give them some role in your imaginary song video and turn to the other side. After 10 seconds you have made a good casting, they all do their work.

So, when i was just done with choosing the characters that day, i saw something which was unavoidable. Was it the high healed slippers, was it the white pant hugging the legs in a perfect shape, or the purple top which hung like a loose cinema hall screen upon her shoulders, the contemporary hair style which i had seen only a week before in MTV. (That was a repeat telecast, so caunt really say it was contemporary), the way she was walking away from me with the other gal with no lesser attractive looks.. Or was it really the other gal i looked at first? I do not know. What really held my attention was not any of these. It was the handbag.

It was a handbag with white and grey curves embroidered on it like a thousand rainbows one over the other. Had i seen this before? Yes i had.. where ? It did not give me enough time to think about it. My bike moved a bit and i could see the face which held all the charm and liveliness in the world for me till one year before.. It was the same face in which i had seen thousands of emotions trying to convey millions of things to me once.. It was the same face touching which, i had felt the softness of roses and joy of a kid touching a butterfly, before.. It was the same face which radiated all the energy which would keep me alive for months by just thinking about it..

It was the same face.. Ohhh boy.. I covered my face with the dark helmet cover of mine. Watched the same familiar face of her for, i dont know, may be 1 minute? 10 minutes? 1 year? My heart skipped millions of beats leaving time behind. All the joy, all the sorrows, all the times i had spent with her passed through in my mind. She would never look at me. I would never look at the girl sitting in the innova beside me. Everything had come to a stand still except her. She kept on going away and just disappeared. Just a boyish thing. What did i do? Stopped at the nearest sutta shop, smoked a ciggie thinking about her. It did not finish, so i smoked another one. And finally i was left with only 5 rupees, so smoked one more and got a mentos mouth freshner for 50 ps. The meeting in 30 mins had disappeared from my mind. It were the countless meetings which kept on reminding me, where i had seen that handbag. It was the same handbag which used to carry my photograph once. Today it had carried a collage of many photographs.. My heart definetly skipped a beat that day. It was a hot afternoon in may, someday.. :)