An Orkut Love Story: Chapter 15

Day 15: This post is written for the novella, 'An Orkut Love Story' as part of the Ultimate Blog Challenge for July 2014.

Chapter 15:   

                                            

“Swa… I mean who? Oh! Shit! F*** me..Swagata…U in Mumbai? Why? I mean when?” I stammer.

“I just landed and thought of giving you a call. But, looks like you are sloshed. Your voice is broken….”

“I mean, out of excitement. I didn’t expect a call, so soon.”

“Everything happens so swiftly. I told you na, I love surprising you.”

“Ya! That’s why you didn’t tell me anything,” I try sounding cheerful.

“Kya pata you may just land at the airport to receive me with flowers and chocolates,” She teases me.

“Why would I do that? What makes you think so?”

“Obviously, I know you. I could make out how you were planning to meet me in Mumbai. Finally, I am here. After going through scraps and sms-es, I could decode that I may not be free from a surprise. By the way, Mister have you forgotten what you told me?”

“What?” I became curious.

Images coruscated in my mind during our lengthy conversation past midnight when I almost passed out at Tushar and Tania’s apartment. The latter chided me, “Dude! You are drunk and stop behaving abnormally.” It’s always been like that with me. When I get high on alcohol, I just pick up the phone to buzz Swagata, confessing my love and singing mushy romantic songs.

“Hello! Babe..when you coming to Mumbai..please tell na,” I slurred.

“Are you drunk? Why should I tell you?” She broke into a cackle of laughter.

“Yes! I am drunk on your scent, Baby. Gimme some dash of honey and lime mixed with your beauty,” I suddenly crank up my tone, speaking as if I am bursting into laughter and tears.

“Stop Baby me, will you?”

“Oh! Baby!”

“What? Argghhhh,” She was losing her patience.

“When you come to Mumbai, I will welcome you with drums and flowers at the airport. When are you cominggggggggggg?” I speak-in-a singing tone that would scare Shreya Ghosal to death.

“Arre! Are you mad or what? Uncle and aunty will pick me up and f they see you, they will screw me. You don’t need to know. Now, just shut up.”

“Hello!!! Knock knock, kahan khoye hai Sir-jee,” Swagata ruthlessly breaks the flash back of images that was playing just now.

“No, No, nothing,” I defend myself.

“Going to sleep now..I haven’t been able to sleep during the flight…..listen, will message you, we gotta meet in a day or two. Yeah, I can’t wait..kisses.”

“Love you too, muah muah.”