It’s been 5 years since I’ve been staying in Delhi and I have become too independent to stay with my family now. Thank God, they stay about 800 km away from Delhi. It isn’t that I don’t miss home, it’s just that I have somehow befriended loneliness.
The metro finally arrives and I get a seat. I normally get a seat while returning from office which is quite rare in this metro city. This is the only mercy life shows on me. After the Delhi Rape Case, not every girl is allowed to stay out of their homes late night but girls like us have no choices. Thankfully, I live in a crowded area where I can safely commute alone till ten at night.
Ten minutes into the train and my phone begins to vibrate. It’s Nisha calling. I know it’s a call inquire if I am coming to the Saturday night party. I reject her call twice because I am not interested to listen to her tantrums again, I’m not in a mood to be labelled as a spoilsport yet again. No, I am not picking up her call but the bitch she is, she keeps calling me repeatedly. I eventually take her call to let her know that I’m not coming. She doesn’t take no for an answer and in another 5 minutes I am heading towards Cannaught Place.
At the exit of Rajiv Chowk Metro Station, I find a group of young people sitting in a jeep shouting as if the world would end the next day and they wouldn’t get a chance to make noise. I ignore them and walk towards the landmark Nisha had asked me to wait at. Like always, she has come alongwith her guy. There’s yet another couple with her but there is a new face. I have never seen this guy before but I know Nisha wants me to hook up with him. That’s her habit, she just can’t get over it. Anyway, all of head to a lounge. Everybody begins to drink and syncs up with the environment inside. I’m just not in a mood to get involved with this new guy but then I am not left with any other option. That is how life has always been with me. It’s keeps on dumping situations to me where I have no options. It’s me who is treated as an option by people and the situation as well.
“Hi, Gaurav here. What’s your name?”
I am almost awakened from my thoughts and turn around to see this new guy trying to strike a conversation with me.
“Kajal. Kajal Vashishtha,” I reply with a smile.
“You have an infectious smile.”
“Thanks,” I smile back again. And then we turn quiet.
After fifteen minutes, he asks me again.
“Do you want a drink? A beer or something.”
“No, thanks. I don’t drink.”
I can see a disbelief in his eyes. A lot of girls drink here and considering the briefing Nisha might have given him, he might have assumed it.
“You don’t seem to like this place,” he said smiling at me. I noticed he had hazel brown eyes that suited him perfectly.
“Nah, it’s just that I’m feeling tired.”
“No worries, let’s get out of here. May be we can go for a walk.”
“Yeah, sure. Let’s go.”
I don’t know why I accepted his suggestion instantly. I normally take time to adjust with people. I don’t like talking to everyone. But I agreed to go for a walk with him. May be, I was too messed up in the head. May be, I was too tired of staying alone. I have kind of made loneliness my best friend. I love silence. May be, I wanted some peace.
“Do you wear formals all the time?” he asked after we came out.
I smiled and nodded my head in disapproval.
“I asked because I have seen most of your pics in formals,” he said.
“Do you stalk social profiles of girls before you meet them?” I asked smiling again.
“No, I just thought it would be interesting to atleast have a look at the girl’s pic I’m going to meet tonight.”
“Ah!! I get it.”
We went silent again. I loved silence and I loved the air that was blowing.
I took out two cigs from my bag offering one to him.
He took and said,”You don’t drink but you don’t mind smoking.”
“Nah!! It helps me counter life. Another question on my smoking
habit and we are heading back,” I said as I took a puff.
“Okay, I will not question you or judge you.”
I don’t know for how long we remained there but I liked being in the open. The silence between us helped pass the time. It was 3.30 am when my cell vibrated again. Nisha wanted to know where I was. I told her about my whereabouts and she said she would come around to pick me up.
I didn’t want Nisha to know I had smoked so I searched for a mouth freshener in my bag. That’s when I realized I had finished 3 packs of cigarette that I had in stock in my bag. If Nisha comes to know she would kill me for sure. I know I was killing myself from inside but a bearing Nisha scold me was too much for the day.
Soon enough I saw Nisha coming. I waved a goodbye to Gaurav without even asking him to stay in touch or exchanging numbers. That’s how cold I had become to life and people. I didn’t want attachment. Nisha had numerous questions to ask, I could guess that from her face but all that could wait.
I jumped into the car and we reached Nisha’s place in no time. i didn’t wait for the usual good night wishes and straightaway ran to unlock the door of her flat. By the time Nisha brought some night wear for me, I had already crashed into bed to sleep like an ass. Yes, this was my weekend, this was my life, boring and weird.
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