it’s almost a week later Shrutkirti caught my eye. It was her laugh, her carefree laugh. I haven’t seen someone laugh full of heart. She is wearing a white salwar suit, her hair are tied into this messy ponytail, fringes around her face. She is wearing two layered oxidized antique jewelry in her ear and has black rimmed glasses on. Her nose is pierced where she is wearing a round oxidized nose ring. She stares at her screen as I leave.
We start talking, and he takes me to the dance floor, we dance and I look at him seductively. We make our way out of the pub and I sit behind him kissing him on the ear keeping my hands on his chest wearing bikers jacket clinging to him. His Royal Enfield rushing at the extreme.
I wake up the next day and buy some white zerbera and carnations, I get them rolled in the bouquet and I visit the coffee shop in the early opening hours and I wait for you to arrive. Its almost 2 hours I have been waiting and I see you entering through the door, You make your way to the counter and as you place the order, I carefully plant the flower bouquet with your name on it on your favourite table.
Everything apart it was Siddharth on my mind. I wondered why was I so eager to talk to him? What was so special about him? Why do I even care? It has been two years and a half and I am dying like a teenage girl to talk, to giggle and want him to ask for that incomplete coffee and what not? What was up?