"THIS was the Bombay he knew! THIS was the India he had grown up in. These were the people he most identified himself with. He could just be himself. He did not have to be guilty about being wealthy or being sinful or lecherous or wild. Most under this roof were like him. There was no pretense. People just did not take their life too seriously around here.
Laughter, chatting, random dancing, refill drinks, more dancing'''.in between Shaan notices a quiet gal sitting by herself at a booth wearing a skirt like Khanak usually wore to work, she wore glasses, and was reading a book in the awful light.
She walked around not even sure why she was there at that hour. Maybe she had walked by hoping he would be around, may be not..................... something drew her inside and here she was............................ holding the glass case in her hands and generally gawking at his cube.Shaan: Did u need anything?
Turns around startled.................. he stood there, leaning on one side of the entrance, blue jeans and a turquoise tee with 4 letters on it SRUF''.. or may be its........... Oh! ITS SURF, her mind corrected her.
Their eyes meet knowingly..................
His hands are back in his pockets, he just waits and watches...................
Shaan: You weren't actually looking for me were you?
Khanak (alarmed) Oh! No! I knew most people have checked out, so you might be gone also,( though you weren't here all day)
Shaan: Nope! I am here!
She turns around and meets his eyes..................."
!~!~!~ Haayee!!!
awesome writing, I can so imagine KT and Yashu in the scenes, especially with their eyes meeting and they softly speaking the lines.
too good hai ji !!!!!!
but too short yaa!!!! next wala bada update jaldi dena ...
~Cheers,
Dish
