Glad to c u bac!
Wonder y thr r so many donkeys teemin around d city, mebe its d rains… N they really seem to like Senapati Bapat Road, sprawled out like princes (and princesses), blockin d traffic. Well, I don’t hav anything against donkeys (unless they enter my parkin n start peeing, which they did last week! Dint know wat was rainwater and wat was u-kno-wat… Ughhhh!)
Newes, hope u liked d Bijli story and put in ur valuable comments, here’s d next one…
The celfone beeped.
1 new text message.
“U wudnt know at u mean 2 me. I’ll never give u up”
Samira dint kno how to interpret dis msg. No, her language abilities weren’t bad. But she certainly was confusd when it came to Balwant. He was witty, smart, successful and quite good-looking. Not exactly her definition of handsome, but wat the hell, she wasn’t planning to either date or marry him…
But she cudn’t get him off her mind either. She luvd his smooth, suave attitude. She enjoyd talking to him and looked forward to meetin him. But he had this annoyin habit of disappearin every few days, not respondin to msgs, not callin up, jus vanish widout a trace. He said he traveled a lot on business and even when in d city, his work hardly left him a free moment. When he finally resurfaced, he wud release his charm and apologiz wid words of mush n care; this invariably melted Samira’s heart and they got bac to their chattin n callin routine.
They were schoolmates, he a year senior to her. But they had only spoken once (he wantd to know who playd basketball better – Neha or Radha). After graduation, they went their separate ways and unexpectedly banged into each other one cold winter evening. This time, Balwant was a changed man. The reserved and shy senior had become a fine young man, one who dint lose time in takin down a pretty gal’s contact details. Samira dint kno whether to believe his “I’ve alwes been attracted to u but cudnt tell u” story… But she liked him too… And the rest is history…
Samira cud never make out wat Balwant actually wantd. He cud b as cute as a puppy, entirely at her mercy, and he cud b a wily alligator who dint care a damn about anybody but himself. He praisd her and teasd her, seduced her even. But she wasn’t amused. She liked clear labels for everythin and every relation, and her interaction wid Balwant jus dint fall under any particular category. “Lets keep it at dat”, she thot, “who knows till when dis will last…”
Q : Is Balwant one of the street smart romeos u see so often or do u think he genuinely has a thin for Samira? On a scale of 1-5 (1 is frenship n 5 is luv), how wud u rate Samira's feelins for Balwant?