November is going to be a month dedicated to love, marriage and all the crap surrounding it ;). Last week of October was tiring. We moved to a new apartment, got emotional while leaving the old one and in the new place we have not yet unpacked. Oh and I was also hospitalized for a day, my first ever hospital visit in Stockholm, it was pretty interesting :) :). Neways coming back to love story, after the train travel, though we had liked each other's company while travelling, neither of us knew we would meet again.
After my short trip to Pune and spending time with family, on my return trip to Chennai I terribly missed him. Never had anything like that happened before. I was travelling in 2AC... I got on the upper berth and literally slept through the whole journey. On reaching my PG in Chennai none of my roomies were bothered to ask me how my trip was ?? why ? because they were busy gobbling down all the goodies that my mom had given for me. It was all supposed to last for a month but was finished in about an hours time !!!. Then once the monsters were satisfied they asked me, finally, about my trip and the first thing I told them was about this handsome Kashmiri guy. And each one of them took their turns in abusing me and calling me names for not taking his phone number (phew). They calmed down only when I told them that I had his email id.
Next day when I went to office the first mail I had received was from him. Unknowingly I smiled as I read the words, mainly he inquired about Melissa. She was the character in the book that I was reading in the train. Coincidentally that story matches ours. Melissa meets her lover Lachlan during a journey and they get married after a long struggle (unfortunately I do not remember the name of the book). Well I did not reply to his mail but the next day I did, after my roomies bombarded me to death and calling me heartless. After 4 emails, we exchanged our phone numbers, and he called me immediately after he received it ;) and said he was checking if I had given him the right number :D :D :D
After that we met again on my another trip to Pune, which was like 4 months after we first met in train. During these 4 months there was no real romantic conversations. It was like real normal friendly talks which happened once or twice in a month. Neither of us really noticed or felt anything dramatic but there was something special and I knew it. As usual it was my friends who noticed it first. I had this rule where I would never answer any calls or entertain anyone in my house after like about 9 in the evening. Silly I know but it was just my way of telling people that I am not available all the time. And Ritchie could only call me after 9 if at all he did, because of his office timings. So obviously my friends noticed that and so did my mom :D :D :D.
On my next trip I had told him my flight timings. He said he would meet me for a coffee at the airport. My friends decided to take me out for a shopping because they thought my wardrobe had nothing which I could wear on that day. Hence I ended up spending 7k on a stupid skirt and an equally stupid top, which my friends claimed was best in fashion !!!. After dressing up for the flight when I looked into the mirror, I needed an identity card to recognize myself. I was thinking hard how on earth will Ritchie recognize me after all he had seen me just once and that too in the most natural avtaar, with glasses over my head, hair in bun and chewing gum in my mouth. And now, here I was, I could hardly move my mouth because of the weight of the lipstick and gloss !!!.
Neways, we met at the airport and as I feared he did not even look in my direction. I had to wave frantically at him, that's when he realized it was me :) :). We went to CCD for coffee. And it was the most dramatic coffee session ever. I kept ranting and ranting about Clinton and Monica and also Laloo and Rabri...have no idea why.. Thankfully before I could embarrass myself anymore my mom called up to find out where I was. I made that excuse and decided to leave. He did not seem to be surprised when I paid the coffee bill, but he was surprised when he saw that I paid only only my share :P :P :P. And then I asked him for Rs. 15/- which he owed me because I had bought him lunch in the train as he was sleeping when the attendant had come (I couldn't get cheaper than this ). No he has not yet returned that money and I doubt he will ever :( :(
Reached home and my sister immediately spotted the new dress I was wearing. Vow!! beautiful skirt ya.. how much did you pay for this. My mom was standing next to me and she would have fainted if I told the real price so because of security issues I just said...Sale mein kharida only 700 Rs. My sister rolled over her eyes as she had noticed the Gucci tag !!!! O_O