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3-- The Meet

Pramod was roaming in his house when his phone rang. It was Mini.

P: yes mom... aarahe hai na?

M: tumhare dad mile toh bheju na... woh toh mujhe dikh hi nehi rahe hai

P: but how will i come then

M: don't worry beta mera Susheela ko bheja h .... abhi pohouchtehi hogi woh

P: usko bhej neki kya zaroo...

The door bell rang.

P: accha mom woh aagayi shayad .... bye

He cut the call and went to open the door. There he saw no one.

P: kaha gayi.... shayad koi aur hoga

He was about to go back when his sight fell on the outside of his gate. He saw a girl in lehenga standing near her scooty busy with her phone. He couldn't see her face as her back was towards him but it didnt make him confuse to guess her. He knows she was Susheela, his Susheela.

He went towards her with a wide smile.

P: Sushi !

S turned to him.

and their eyes met..... after so many years. Both got a different satisfaction seeing each other after soo long period. They know that sometime they miss each other, miss their fights but both don't want to accept that... as for them they were enemies who always had complain about each other to their parents and teachers. Though they talk a few times after his departure but that also had stopped as they grew up.

Susheela also smiled sweetly seeing Pramod. Both were looking deeply into each other eyes. They kept looking for a minute then suddenly Susheela's face changed into a serious expression

S (totally ignoring him): chalo late hogaye

Pramod also got serious seeing her face but deep down he knew that she was happy as much as he is. She just don't like to express much emotions.

Pramod looking at their dresses then at her scooty: inn kapdo mein kaise jayenge ismein

S: chalake jayenge aur kya.... urrne wali scooty abtak bani naa hai

P: par...

S: dekho chalna hai toh chalo warna apna koi jugaad dekhlo... tumhare london wale comfort ke liye mai apni ik loti behen ki shaadi miss na kar sakti

She starts her scooty.

P finding no other option sat behind her.

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On the way....

P: What kind of road is this? This can only happen in India. Kitna uneven hai... tumlogoki toh kamar toot jati hoti na... why don't yiu send an application to the PWD department for this...

Pramod was continuously speaking. Susheela got irritated and she stop the scooty

P: kya hua kyu rokh di

S: uttro

P: kya... par kyu petrol khatam

S: ib tum koi taxi lou aur aage left lena fir right mein third gali m ghusna mil jayega hall

P: arrey par mai akela kaise jau .... kya hua hai ... itna gussa kyu

S: haa toh mai aur kya karu gussa hi toh aata hai mujhe karna aur toh kuch aata hi nhi.... tumhi toh ho sarbagun sampan

P: kya bol rhi ho ....
(sighs) accha sorry maine kuch ulta bol dia toh ... please chalo

S staring at him