They had a tiny altercation that night. Or it was more like
two minds, in a mutually exclusive set up, frustrated from the day’s happenings
letting the steam off over each other. Or so he thought. Later that night, when
the minds calmed down, they realized their follies and exchanged sorry(s). But
it didn’t seem correct. She was sorry too, yet the narratives weren’t
convincing. She was a thousand miles away from him. He couldn’t go over and
sort it out. There were loopholes in the story. But considering that both of
them were exhausted, sore from the day, he thought sleeping over would help. Or
so he thought.
The next morning, he received a message before he woke up.
It said she would be busy early in the morning, attending a few vendor calls.
She hates waking up that early. Others hate waking up that early even more. But
apparently the vendors were from China, so the time zone difference along with
her diligence convinced him that she really was busy. He decided to let it be,
and apologize a bit more sincerely once she was free. He waited and waited.
He gets a message after a while, inquiring about his
schedule. If he was going somewhere, what would be his location in the
immediate next hour. There was a surprise waiting for him, she had it delivered
from very far away, she said. Finally she called him, their first call for the
day.
“How busy are you? Will it be possible for you to go and
collect your gift downstairs? ”
“Hey! Yes, I think I can manage that. When should I go?
Now?”
“Hmm, yes.”
He starts descending the stairs. All this while he is
thinking about the present.
“A card? A bag? A book? Food? Chocolates?” Thinking didn’t
really help much, so he just decided to keep going. His phone started ringing
again, it was her.
“Hey, just wait a few minutes, I want to tell him how to
deliver the surprise.”
“Ok, sure.”
After a while he got her call again.
“The guy doesn’t know your department. The only landmark he
knows is the BT department. Would you mind going there?”
“Sure”
He started walking towards BTD. His was mind was going
crazy. He eyed every person he saw on the way, eagerly scanning them for
harboring some resemblance of a surprise or carrying one. None. She told him he
had his number. Alright, this will take a call or two, he thought.
Fifty meters away, by the turning, he saw the gift. He was
speechless. Thoughtless, astounded by the very idea of such a gesture. He was
stupefied, bewildered. It couldn’t have been happening, or maybe it was a
dream. He was stunned, he was dumbstruck. He went into a thought coma.
It was her.
What!! Really? :D
ReplyDeleteYep! :)
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