I glanced at the rear view mirror for the umpteenth time,to check if my hair was combed neat.The Auto driver gave me a quizzical look and smiled.He murmured something in Kannada,I didnt understand a word but I grinned back.I sat back and relaxed a bit,feeling the cool Bangalore breeze stroke my well-combed hair,as if it was teasing my sense of perfection.I didnt get irritated,I just smiled.
I watched as the autodriver whizzed pass numerous red lights and cut corners with a knack that would have turned Schumacher green.In moments of desperate need,God does send one of his angels to help you out.That day,the angel wore a khakhi coat and his steed was the rickety auto I was riding in.And he rode his steed like the wind!
I checked my phone for the last time and asked him to stop at the exact spot where she'd asked me to come.I glanced at the meter and gave him the exact fare,he accepted it politely.I mumbled a meek Thank you and he drove away.
I looked at both sides of the wide stretch of road.I was flooded with emotions,a mixture of happiness and excitement.
Excited about meeting up with a long lost friend.
I received her call.
I told her that I am at the rendezvous point,she said that she was on her way.
I fiddled with my phone for sometime and watched the others on the road as they carried on with their normal life.
The phone rang again,this time it was a friend who was wondering where I was.
He kept teasing,all I could do was respond to it with silence.
Right then, I heard the call I was waiting for.
Someone behind me yelled out my name in a vaguely familiar feminine voice.
I turned around excitedly.But I couldnt figure out where that voice came from.
I heard the call again-"Ashwin!"
One look,and I knew it was her.
Four years had passed,but she still looked the same.
Smiling,I walked up towards her and shook hands with her.
My body trembling with happiness and a little bit of nervousness.
