"Hie.."
"How are you?"
"Fantastic.. You?"
"Good"
"Anything special... ?"
"Ohh..nothing..just this ruckus of life..."
"You still miss me??" He asked in flirtatious tone.
"Yeah..everytime I read your column in Mumbai Beat." She said with a smug grin
He burst into laughter..
After a brief chitchat, he left..
She kept staring at him as he bid her adieu and turned his back.
His question was lingering in her mind... You still miss me?
Her face was shining in the bright light of yellow street lamp.. A hawker was making Pavbhaji on a roadside stall..and the air was filled with spicy aroma of veggies..
Slowly she put her hand in her tote and opened an old diary from it... its pages all turned yellowish..
She removed a brown, shiny wrapper from it..
The first Bournville they ate together...
Her eyes dewy and lips dry..
And that question of him...you still miss me...?
