Two minutes of silence for those who failed to realise that this post is a subtle attack on the vanity of some Delhites and not me trying to beacom mode writer. * ATypical Delhi Date -1 * Rahul, where the hell are you? an angry Ishita shouted into the phone. Sorry Ishu, got late. On my way, the next metro is mine, ascared Rahul responded. He could not afford to get Ishita upset, because whenever she got upset, it cost Rahul alot, in cellphone bills mainly, in order to pacify her. The metro train darted towards the Rohini East station. Ishita had been waiting there for over twenty minutes. Rahul tried to think of excuses that would give him immunity from Ishitas fury. Truth was, he had woken up really late that morning, but he couldnt tell that to Ishita. Rahul sent her a message on WhatsApp, Get inside this metro, Last compartment. The train halted and the gates opened. Twenty thousand people entered the train within a few seconds. Okay, not twenty thousand, but a few dozen definitely. When aDelhi Metro train arrives at a station during peak hours,the flow of commuters is nothing short of a mass-migration. Ishita entered the compartment and started looking for Rahul. Rahul saw her and pinged her again. Look towards your right. No! Turn around. Why cant you see me. I am right there. A minute later they were standing in a corner of the compartment, Ishitas face red with rage. I am not talking to you. shetold him. Rahul decided to keep quiet to avoid anargument. He decided to check out Ishitas outfit instead. She was wearing a knee-length skirt, something she did not usually wear on dates. Rahuls heart skipped a beat. Ishu, you are looking so hot. he confessed. Dont talk to me, you jerk, she reprimanded him. Ishu, you are looking so hot that if you upload your picture on Facebook it would fetch more than 500 likes, he told her. Ishita smiled. Rahul was way ward, but he did have a way with words. ©Syed Emaad Part 2 Soon.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 12:55:20 +0000
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