Conversation at Bandra Beach, Mumbai - 3
****---- 1st draft of the 3rd chapter in the novel ----****
“I am really thinking the same thing again and again.” Ritu said.
“What?”
“Why have we met today?”
“Come on forget it now.” Jas replied.
“No, there is definitely some reason.”
“I agree, there would be some reason but what is the need to find it. Let it show its face on its own.” Jas said. “You know, we’re making it a big issue.”
She looked at him. “I didn’t get you. What do you mean?”
He looked into her eyes, stared for a while and then he spoke, “what I mean is that usually we keep wondering about things like why have it happened, what is its significance; but actually there is nothing significant in it.”
He stopped and kept looking into her eyes. She too did, trying to understand what he meant. She said, “you mean to say that we, who are so alike, have just met coincidentally and there is nothing significant in our meeting.”
“Perhaps…I’m not sure.”
“I don’t believe so.”
He shrugged and resumed looking at the sea. There has appeared a photographer nearby, who was not standing there before. He was picturing the sea at night. Colour of the sky was changing as the moon was hiding itself among the clouds. Whenever it was not among clouds, the moonlight would shine over the water and make it look silvery. Moving water with direct moonlight on it looks so beautiful that some people regard it as a sight of heaven.
“Are you futuristic?” Jas asked Ritu.
“Yes I am.”
“Hmmm…that’s the reason.”
“For what?”
“For thinking like that.”
“Thinking like what? What are you saying?” Ritu was confused.
“That thing, why have we met?”
“Oh! You are still at the same topic.” She said and smiled. He looked at her. “I thought you were busy looking at that photographer and would be saying something related to what he is trying to capture.”
He looked at him. “What do you think he is trying to capture?” Jas asked.
“I think loneliness.” Hearing to the strange reply, he looked at her again. She was looking at the photographer, who was standing at the extreme right side of Jas. She saw Jas looking at her. “What happened? Why are you looking this way?”
“No…nothing. I was a bit surprised by your reply.”
She chuckled. “I just felt what I said.” Both of them again looked at him. “What do you think he is trying to capture?”
“I thought he is trying to picture the effect of moonlight on moving water.” Jas said.
“No. He is not.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Look at him. He has fixed his camera on a stand. He is moving the camera bit by bit from left to right. He has not clicked at a single spot till now. If he had to picture the moonlight on water, he could have done that from lots of angles.” She said.
“But why loneliness, may be he is trying to picture the sea-life at night.” Jas asked.
“I said loneliness because he doesn’t looks like a normal man. Look at his long hair tied back, his long kurta, his cigarette...he looks like an artist. And only an artist can picture things, which look strange to us.” Ritu replied.
Jas kept looking at her, “mind blowing mentality you have.” He chuckled. She did too. “Is it also because of psycho thing?”
Hearing it Ritu started laughing. She being a psychology student had baffled lot of people. “You can say so.” She replied.
Silence prevailed again for next few moments. Jas wondered what loneliness meant to him. It had meant lot of things to him during all these years of his life. But he wondered what did it meant to her. He asked her. “Tell me what does loneliness mean to you?”
“You know something, the last two hours, which I had spent with you had been very strange hours in my life. No one had asked me such questions and I had never been indulged into such conversation with any one ever. Such things, I would usually discard but I don’t know why I am talking to you. It feels like I am having some spiritual session with you as my mentor.” Ritu said. Jas started giggling.
“Spiritual Mentor! Me!” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. She started laughing with him too. The photographer was disturbed by their laughs. He looked at them with fury and turned backwards. Just on a whim, he turned to them again, smiled and turned his camera to face towards them and clicked their picture. The sudden flash on both the new friends frightened them while they were in their thoughts. The photographer said, “I hope both of you don’t mind.”
Jas said, “Only if both of us get a copy of it each.” The photographer smiled and came near them.
“My name is Samuel.”
“Jas”
“Ritu”
Both of them shook hands with him. He sat beside Jas. “Give me your addresses. I’ll send the picture to both of you.” Jas looked at Ritu. They didn’t expect this from him.
Ritu whispered to Jas, “He seems nice.” Jas nodded. The man took out a diary and a pen from his bag. Jas took out his cell phone to give him some light. Both of them gave their addresses to him and he scribbled them down in his diary.
“What were you trying to picture?” Ritu couldn’t stop herself from asking. Jas looked at her and smiled.
The photographer chuckled, “It’s a strange answer but if you have asked, I’ll tell you, I was trying to picture - loneliness.” He chuckled again and went back to his camera.
Jas looked at Ritu. “You’re awesome.” She couldn’t stop giggling. Jas kept looking at her. She looked beautiful to him. She was gorgeous, truly what models are like. For a second, Jas felt happy feeling that he was sitting with a gorgeous, beautiful fashion model. She really was a good person, he thought. He liked her and both of them were going on well. Although, Jas had also been thinking why had they met but he didn’t let it come on his face and he denied being serious on it. He felt internal happiness for being here with her. If he would have been with his friends then he would have made them too jealous by narrating all what had happened between both of them and may be more than what had actually happened.
He was disturbed by Ritu, “You tell me what loneliness means to you?”
“For me…” Jas sighed for a second to search for the answer in himself. At times he had wondered upon such questions but he had never shared his feelings with anyone. He thought for a moment what to share and what not to but he was surprised because he didn’t feel himself constricted while talking anything like that with her. May be because she was a stranger and there were hardly any chances of meeting again, he thought. Finally, he replied, “It actually had meant lots of different things at different stages of my life.”
“Like?”
“Like when I was young, a child, I was afraid of being lonely, in fact I was afraid of being away from my mother. Anything else would never frighten me. Whenever my mother wasn’t there I would feel like crying…but gradually I learnt being alone. Not afraid of being lonely without my mom. My mother had actually started working with my dad. She was into job before I was born but she left her job for taking care of me. When I was nearly eight or nine, then my mother joined my father in business and then she would leave me and my sister with a caretaker and go to work. Then I learnt lot of things. May be at that age I didn’t realize what I was learning but now when I try to remember those days, I think as if those were the foundation years of my life, which trained me to live alone.”
“Without your loved ones.” Ritu said.
He nodded. “Exactly.” Jas remained quite for a moment. Ritu looked at him. His face showed that he was in memories, some pleasant memories of his childhood.
“What did it mean later, when you grew up?” She asked.
He revived back, looked at her, “when I grew up, time had changed a lot. I was studying in high school and loneliness meant everything to me at that time because I was always alone. I, in fact was in love with loneliness. You can say as if I was in live in relationship with it.” Ritu chuckled at his comment. He continued, “My parents were quite busy. They loved me lot but they couldn’t spend me ample time.”
He continued, “I wasn’t good in studies. I just devoted my time to cricket. It was one thing I was only good at. Everyone had appreciated me. No match of my college could be imagined without me. Everyone had so much appreciation for me that I at that time decided to make it as a career.”
“What did your parents say about it?” Ritu asked.
“I didn’t tell them about my plans. I completed my class Xth and asked them to send me to Mumbai. For that I had secured a recommendation letter from the principal of my college. He always wanted me to go further in this game. My parents couldn’t refuse to the principal’s recommendation and I was sent here for my cricket training and further studies.”
“And your coming here became another phase of your life.”
He nodded. “It in fact taught me what real life is. This city taught me what an individual is. This city has given me power to fight with the loneliness. I have here learnt to be independent. Being away from my family, from my loved ones, from my friends – it has really taught me wonderful things. In a spiritual sense I can say that it made me learn and realize that a human being has come to this world alone and he will live alone and will go back from where he came alone…here I learnt ways of tackling people and the way of living life on your own conditions.” He stopped and looked at her. She was attentive and was listening to him, he continued, “You know Ritu what is the best thing I feel I learnt here?”
“What?”
“I learnt not to care for anything. I leant to live my life in present and not to care about future problems…I had everything back at home. Money was not at all a problem. The only thing I felt missing was love and care and most importantly the family. There was no one to be with me. I had spent my time with my servants and my friends. When I came here, I learnt to be independent. I worked, though there wasn’t any need for it. My parents are capable of buying me a bungalow here in Mumbai but I didn’t desire these things. I wanted to work. I wanted to mingle into the common man of Mumbai and which I really did. I worked here in café shop, worked in a mall, as a salesman, in advertising company, in call centre and many more. I had tried many jobs. I had much experience of variety of sectors. I earned substantial amount of money. I didn’t want to be dependent upon my parents. Though, since I came here, my parents keep on sending fifty thousand rupees every month in my bank account but I had never used a single buck from there. And it really hurts when I see that my parents didn’t even care to ask me why didn’t I use the money…you know why?”
Ritu didn’t know the answer.
He said. “Because they never cared to see the account balance. They just don’t have time.”
“You could have talked about it to them.”
“When?”
She didn’t understand. “When?” He asked again. “They have to be in front of me. I hardly saw them.”
“That’s really strange for me.” Ritu said. She was unable to imagine a life without her parents and family.
“Till the time I was there at my home, I cried a lot. I used to wait for my parents. I had lot of expectations. But now after living in this city, those expectations…I don’t have them anymore. I have learnt to curb my desire. I have learnt not to care for anything that’s happening. Just let it go on. Live your life in present. Let the problems haunt you in future when they come. Don’t take them in midway.”
“Well said.” He giggled. “Are you not close to your sister?”
“No. She had been in hostel from the beginning. But I’m really close to a person, whom I call ‘didi’. Her name is Abhilasha. She is also my sister, you can say.” Jas said.
“Therein Amritsar?”
“No, she is here in Mumbai. And you know what? She got married today.” Jas smiled. He just couldn’t believe Abhilasha had done that. He was so happy for her.
“What? You didn’t go to her marriage?” Ritu asked.
“I did go.”
“Oh! I thought you didn’t go…lots of things have happened today in your life.” Ritu said. He didn’t understand what she meant. She replied, “Your sister got married today, you broke up with your girl-friend today, you leaving this city forever today…quite a many important events…”
“I met you today.” He said cutting her words. She looked at him. They looked into each other’s eyes for a second and then Ritu turned herself the other side. “What happened?” Jas asked.
“Nothing. I was just fed up of that question coming to my mind again and again.”She replied.
“Why have we met?” He said. She nodded. “You seem to have taken a pledge to find out the answer.”
“Ya. I will. You believe it or not but there is some motive of God behind this. I’ll find it out.”
“Do let me know when you find it out.” Jas said.
“Sure. I will.” She replied.
“Hey you didn’t tell me what does loneliness mean to you?”
“Even you have taken a pledge to be after loneliness.”
“Come on. Tell me.” Jas pleaded.
“Hmmm…for me, it really doesn’t mean lot of things. I just feel that it is a way to explore.” She replied and stopped as if she was searching for the appropriate words to explain her feelings.
“Way to explore! Interesting…but seriously totally above my head.” Jas said. “Loneliness is a way to explore.” He repeated.
“Don’t make fun. Just listen to my view first.”
“Go ahead.”
“Actually, I had been quite a reserved kind of a person and thus had always been in love with my loneliness. I loved being alone. When I am alone, I tend to feel in myself esthetic qualities. I like to read, I like to write. I even paint sometimes. But that’s only when I am alone otherwise not. So that is why I said, there is lot to explore if you are alone.”
“Hmmm…even great writers had been solitary human beings.”
“Ya…that’s what I meant.”
“So you can be a writer also?”
“Who knows?” She said.
“So I’ll wait for your book.” They smiled. “What will be the name?”
“Name? I think, An Autobiography of an unsuccessful fashion model.” He looked at her as she said that. He knew her defeat in her profession had a very strong effect on her. Internally she had been very weak.
“Don’t think like that dear. You have not been defeated. It is just you wasted some time to realize what was correct for you.” Jas said. “And look, you are not alone. I am here just like you. There would be thousands of people here like us.”
“I know but I cannot deny that I couldn’t be what I always wanted to be.” Ritu said feeling quite hurt of not being able to fulfill her all time dream of being into the fashion industry.
“You know something. There’s a rule in life and you must follow it and if you don’t you’ll always keep crying for one or the other thing. You wanna know what it is.” She looked at him and nodded. Jas replied, “There’s a lesson in everything that happens. Find it and follow it.”
“You talk really nice things.” Ritu said.
“Seriously Ritu, we committed mistakes and it means we are trying. We are going at a good speed. There’s a saying for this thing also.” He chuckled.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“If you are not committing mistakes…you’re going too slow.”
She looked at him for a few seconds and then replied, “You are simply great. I love you.” Hardly had she said that when she realized what she had said. She looked at his side, even he was stunned. She clarified, “Oh! I am sorry. I didn’t mean that.” Both of them smiled and started ignoring looking at each other.
“I am really thinking the same thing again and again.” Ritu said.
“What?”
“Why have we met today?”
“Come on forget it now.” Jas replied.
“No, there is definitely some reason.”
“I agree, there would be some reason but what is the need to find it. Let it show its face on its own.” Jas said. “You know, we’re making it a big issue.”
She looked at him. “I didn’t get you. What do you mean?”
He looked into her eyes, stared for a while and then he spoke, “what I mean is that usually we keep wondering about things like why have it happened, what is its significance; but actually there is nothing significant in it.”
He stopped and kept looking into her eyes. She too did, trying to understand what he meant. She said, “you mean to say that we, who are so alike, have just met coincidentally and there is nothing significant in our meeting.”
“Perhaps…I’m not sure.”
“I don’t believe so.”
He shrugged and resumed looking at the sea. There has appeared a photographer nearby, who was not standing there before. He was picturing the sea at night. Colour of the sky was changing as the moon was hiding itself among the clouds. Whenever it was not among clouds, the moonlight would shine over the water and make it look silvery. Moving water with direct moonlight on it looks so beautiful that some people regard it as a sight of heaven.
“Are you futuristic?” Jas asked Ritu.
“Yes I am.”
“Hmmm…that’s the reason.”
“For what?”
“For thinking like that.”
“Thinking like what? What are you saying?” Ritu was confused.
“That thing, why have we met?”
“Oh! You are still at the same topic.” She said and smiled. He looked at her. “I thought you were busy looking at that photographer and would be saying something related to what he is trying to capture.”
He looked at him. “What do you think he is trying to capture?” Jas asked.
“I think loneliness.” Hearing to the strange reply, he looked at her again. She was looking at the photographer, who was standing at the extreme right side of Jas. She saw Jas looking at her. “What happened? Why are you looking this way?”
“No…nothing. I was a bit surprised by your reply.”
She chuckled. “I just felt what I said.” Both of them again looked at him. “What do you think he is trying to capture?”
“I thought he is trying to picture the effect of moonlight on moving water.” Jas said.
“No. He is not.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Look at him. He has fixed his camera on a stand. He is moving the camera bit by bit from left to right. He has not clicked at a single spot till now. If he had to picture the moonlight on water, he could have done that from lots of angles.” She said.
“But why loneliness, may be he is trying to picture the sea-life at night.” Jas asked.
“I said loneliness because he doesn’t looks like a normal man. Look at his long hair tied back, his long kurta, his cigarette...he looks like an artist. And only an artist can picture things, which look strange to us.” Ritu replied.
Jas kept looking at her, “mind blowing mentality you have.” He chuckled. She did too. “Is it also because of psycho thing?”
Hearing it Ritu started laughing. She being a psychology student had baffled lot of people. “You can say so.” She replied.
Silence prevailed again for next few moments. Jas wondered what loneliness meant to him. It had meant lot of things to him during all these years of his life. But he wondered what did it meant to her. He asked her. “Tell me what does loneliness mean to you?”
“You know something, the last two hours, which I had spent with you had been very strange hours in my life. No one had asked me such questions and I had never been indulged into such conversation with any one ever. Such things, I would usually discard but I don’t know why I am talking to you. It feels like I am having some spiritual session with you as my mentor.” Ritu said. Jas started giggling.
“Spiritual Mentor! Me!” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. She started laughing with him too. The photographer was disturbed by their laughs. He looked at them with fury and turned backwards. Just on a whim, he turned to them again, smiled and turned his camera to face towards them and clicked their picture. The sudden flash on both the new friends frightened them while they were in their thoughts. The photographer said, “I hope both of you don’t mind.”
Jas said, “Only if both of us get a copy of it each.” The photographer smiled and came near them.
“My name is Samuel.”
“Jas”
“Ritu”
Both of them shook hands with him. He sat beside Jas. “Give me your addresses. I’ll send the picture to both of you.” Jas looked at Ritu. They didn’t expect this from him.
Ritu whispered to Jas, “He seems nice.” Jas nodded. The man took out a diary and a pen from his bag. Jas took out his cell phone to give him some light. Both of them gave their addresses to him and he scribbled them down in his diary.
“What were you trying to picture?” Ritu couldn’t stop herself from asking. Jas looked at her and smiled.
The photographer chuckled, “It’s a strange answer but if you have asked, I’ll tell you, I was trying to picture - loneliness.” He chuckled again and went back to his camera.
Jas looked at Ritu. “You’re awesome.” She couldn’t stop giggling. Jas kept looking at her. She looked beautiful to him. She was gorgeous, truly what models are like. For a second, Jas felt happy feeling that he was sitting with a gorgeous, beautiful fashion model. She really was a good person, he thought. He liked her and both of them were going on well. Although, Jas had also been thinking why had they met but he didn’t let it come on his face and he denied being serious on it. He felt internal happiness for being here with her. If he would have been with his friends then he would have made them too jealous by narrating all what had happened between both of them and may be more than what had actually happened.
He was disturbed by Ritu, “You tell me what loneliness means to you?”
“For me…” Jas sighed for a second to search for the answer in himself. At times he had wondered upon such questions but he had never shared his feelings with anyone. He thought for a moment what to share and what not to but he was surprised because he didn’t feel himself constricted while talking anything like that with her. May be because she was a stranger and there were hardly any chances of meeting again, he thought. Finally, he replied, “It actually had meant lots of different things at different stages of my life.”
“Like?”
“Like when I was young, a child, I was afraid of being lonely, in fact I was afraid of being away from my mother. Anything else would never frighten me. Whenever my mother wasn’t there I would feel like crying…but gradually I learnt being alone. Not afraid of being lonely without my mom. My mother had actually started working with my dad. She was into job before I was born but she left her job for taking care of me. When I was nearly eight or nine, then my mother joined my father in business and then she would leave me and my sister with a caretaker and go to work. Then I learnt lot of things. May be at that age I didn’t realize what I was learning but now when I try to remember those days, I think as if those were the foundation years of my life, which trained me to live alone.”
“Without your loved ones.” Ritu said.
He nodded. “Exactly.” Jas remained quite for a moment. Ritu looked at him. His face showed that he was in memories, some pleasant memories of his childhood.
“What did it mean later, when you grew up?” She asked.
He revived back, looked at her, “when I grew up, time had changed a lot. I was studying in high school and loneliness meant everything to me at that time because I was always alone. I, in fact was in love with loneliness. You can say as if I was in live in relationship with it.” Ritu chuckled at his comment. He continued, “My parents were quite busy. They loved me lot but they couldn’t spend me ample time.”
He continued, “I wasn’t good in studies. I just devoted my time to cricket. It was one thing I was only good at. Everyone had appreciated me. No match of my college could be imagined without me. Everyone had so much appreciation for me that I at that time decided to make it as a career.”
“What did your parents say about it?” Ritu asked.
“I didn’t tell them about my plans. I completed my class Xth and asked them to send me to Mumbai. For that I had secured a recommendation letter from the principal of my college. He always wanted me to go further in this game. My parents couldn’t refuse to the principal’s recommendation and I was sent here for my cricket training and further studies.”
“And your coming here became another phase of your life.”
He nodded. “It in fact taught me what real life is. This city taught me what an individual is. This city has given me power to fight with the loneliness. I have here learnt to be independent. Being away from my family, from my loved ones, from my friends – it has really taught me wonderful things. In a spiritual sense I can say that it made me learn and realize that a human being has come to this world alone and he will live alone and will go back from where he came alone…here I learnt ways of tackling people and the way of living life on your own conditions.” He stopped and looked at her. She was attentive and was listening to him, he continued, “You know Ritu what is the best thing I feel I learnt here?”
“What?”
“I learnt not to care for anything. I leant to live my life in present and not to care about future problems…I had everything back at home. Money was not at all a problem. The only thing I felt missing was love and care and most importantly the family. There was no one to be with me. I had spent my time with my servants and my friends. When I came here, I learnt to be independent. I worked, though there wasn’t any need for it. My parents are capable of buying me a bungalow here in Mumbai but I didn’t desire these things. I wanted to work. I wanted to mingle into the common man of Mumbai and which I really did. I worked here in café shop, worked in a mall, as a salesman, in advertising company, in call centre and many more. I had tried many jobs. I had much experience of variety of sectors. I earned substantial amount of money. I didn’t want to be dependent upon my parents. Though, since I came here, my parents keep on sending fifty thousand rupees every month in my bank account but I had never used a single buck from there. And it really hurts when I see that my parents didn’t even care to ask me why didn’t I use the money…you know why?”
Ritu didn’t know the answer.
He said. “Because they never cared to see the account balance. They just don’t have time.”
“You could have talked about it to them.”
“When?”
She didn’t understand. “When?” He asked again. “They have to be in front of me. I hardly saw them.”
“That’s really strange for me.” Ritu said. She was unable to imagine a life without her parents and family.
“Till the time I was there at my home, I cried a lot. I used to wait for my parents. I had lot of expectations. But now after living in this city, those expectations…I don’t have them anymore. I have learnt to curb my desire. I have learnt not to care for anything that’s happening. Just let it go on. Live your life in present. Let the problems haunt you in future when they come. Don’t take them in midway.”
“Well said.” He giggled. “Are you not close to your sister?”
“No. She had been in hostel from the beginning. But I’m really close to a person, whom I call ‘didi’. Her name is Abhilasha. She is also my sister, you can say.” Jas said.
“Therein Amritsar?”
“No, she is here in Mumbai. And you know what? She got married today.” Jas smiled. He just couldn’t believe Abhilasha had done that. He was so happy for her.
“What? You didn’t go to her marriage?” Ritu asked.
“I did go.”
“Oh! I thought you didn’t go…lots of things have happened today in your life.” Ritu said. He didn’t understand what she meant. She replied, “Your sister got married today, you broke up with your girl-friend today, you leaving this city forever today…quite a many important events…”
“I met you today.” He said cutting her words. She looked at him. They looked into each other’s eyes for a second and then Ritu turned herself the other side. “What happened?” Jas asked.
“Nothing. I was just fed up of that question coming to my mind again and again.”She replied.
“Why have we met?” He said. She nodded. “You seem to have taken a pledge to find out the answer.”
“Ya. I will. You believe it or not but there is some motive of God behind this. I’ll find it out.”
“Do let me know when you find it out.” Jas said.
“Sure. I will.” She replied.
“Hey you didn’t tell me what does loneliness mean to you?”
“Even you have taken a pledge to be after loneliness.”
“Come on. Tell me.” Jas pleaded.
“Hmmm…for me, it really doesn’t mean lot of things. I just feel that it is a way to explore.” She replied and stopped as if she was searching for the appropriate words to explain her feelings.
“Way to explore! Interesting…but seriously totally above my head.” Jas said. “Loneliness is a way to explore.” He repeated.
“Don’t make fun. Just listen to my view first.”
“Go ahead.”
“Actually, I had been quite a reserved kind of a person and thus had always been in love with my loneliness. I loved being alone. When I am alone, I tend to feel in myself esthetic qualities. I like to read, I like to write. I even paint sometimes. But that’s only when I am alone otherwise not. So that is why I said, there is lot to explore if you are alone.”
“Hmmm…even great writers had been solitary human beings.”
“Ya…that’s what I meant.”
“So you can be a writer also?”
“Who knows?” She said.
“So I’ll wait for your book.” They smiled. “What will be the name?”
“Name? I think, An Autobiography of an unsuccessful fashion model.” He looked at her as she said that. He knew her defeat in her profession had a very strong effect on her. Internally she had been very weak.
“Don’t think like that dear. You have not been defeated. It is just you wasted some time to realize what was correct for you.” Jas said. “And look, you are not alone. I am here just like you. There would be thousands of people here like us.”
“I know but I cannot deny that I couldn’t be what I always wanted to be.” Ritu said feeling quite hurt of not being able to fulfill her all time dream of being into the fashion industry.
“You know something. There’s a rule in life and you must follow it and if you don’t you’ll always keep crying for one or the other thing. You wanna know what it is.” She looked at him and nodded. Jas replied, “There’s a lesson in everything that happens. Find it and follow it.”
“You talk really nice things.” Ritu said.
“Seriously Ritu, we committed mistakes and it means we are trying. We are going at a good speed. There’s a saying for this thing also.” He chuckled.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“If you are not committing mistakes…you’re going too slow.”
She looked at him for a few seconds and then replied, “You are simply great. I love you.” Hardly had she said that when she realized what she had said. She looked at his side, even he was stunned. She clarified, “Oh! I am sorry. I didn’t mean that.” Both of them smiled and started ignoring looking at each other.
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