Read Part:1 here ...
I checked the availability of seats for that night to travel to Bangalore. I could somehow manage to get two vacant seats in 3rd row. Bus was at 8 but we were there at 7:30 pm! My excitement was bubbling like boiling water; I made sure that everything was right perfect. In fact Zoya had been running through my mind so much that I almost scratched tons of times ending up writing Zoya in my answer sheets. The journey was like boon in bane, I was getting nearer to her yet I couldn’t move an inch, I hardly slept through the journey and ended up playing games on the phone and draining its battery. We reached our destination and my mission ZOYA was successful, well almost!
There’s this autowala’s logic which is they refuse to go to a location if they are going on the opposite way...! Bingo so my volcanic excitement had to wait freaking 30 minutes and then we found one generous autowala who took us to my aunt’s place. And I was wrong there, I kept the entire luggage back and some in the front...allowed my mom to get in 1st then me the meter started as we started off and boy! Was that an auto or a formula1 engine back up in the meter and it reached to the figures I couldn’t believe! See I told you I was wrong and he was not so generous! (-_-)
Finally almost i reached towards the door where i was eagerly waiting to be der from past few days. In excitement I almost rang the bell twice or thrice while smiling like an idiot and suddenly I saw my mom staring at me. I looked at her and asked “Yeah mom?” and she replied “Stop pushing that button! I know you want to go to the washroom! Stop acting like a kid!” I stopped pressing it after that. Moms you know! Actually i had been waiting enough to see my dream girl and now she was like inches and away and yet faarr. And then I heard giggling from inside! And backgrounds mein violin and dil mein laddu phutne lage! I heard someone running towards the door and I felt like opening my arms in the Shahrukh Khan Style and I almost did it and suddenly I noticed my mom, and those open arms turned into one of the lamest yawning positions. And you all know what I was hoping for, obviously for her to come, thoda sharma ke… thoda lehra ke… thoda muskura ke… and then the door opened. She was standing there with same expressions. I saw her and first thought that came to my mind was ‘is Zoya from Africa!?!’ b’cos the girl who was standing infront of me looked like the African version of Katrina Kaif. She opened the door and ran away and my aunt came in I wished her but boy! If that girl was Zoya then life had played the worst prank on me I became dull, quiet and sat at a corner without talking much, my mom observed this and then she asked “you were so excited at the door?! What happened now?” and I replied “nothing mum I am just tired!” My aunt sympathized and asked me to take rest in one of the rooms and pointed towards one of them saying “why don’t you sleep at zoya’s room?” well you know what I was thinking “No ways!” and I straight away went back to the nearest room I encountered. I slowly went to sleep disappointed.
When I woke up I heard some voices from the hall and there were women talking to each other and laughing. I recognized mum and aunty but then there was another one! A girl’s voice but Zoya was walking towards kitchen who was it then?! I took a sneak peak and when I saw the girl I was like ‘Wow!’ I couldn’t resist myself and I walked in. My aunt looked at me and said “aree wah you woke up! See Zoya came from the tuitions too!” what the ….! If this beautiful creature was Zoya then who was she! Confused I wished her; we didn’t speak much as I sat down in confusion. I was down in the cricket updates on newspaper when I heard my aunt say few words which cured my conditions “aree sun kal subha kaam pe jaldi aajana!” as she said it to the not so pretty my idiotic version of zoya! And guess what I looked at miss extremely beautiful zoya and smiled!
Me and zoya we went out to places! We had all sorts of chats and chats! Long walks to remember and endless discussions and that too in just two days but then my excitement was just half lived.
It was midnight as around 12. I woke up to get some water to quench my thirst and guess what!? I saw her talking on the phone. I busted with anger and disappointment I somehow managed to control myself saying may be it might be her friends. Subsequently 2-3 days passed and the same trend continued. The next day I gave out a taunt to her indicating her that I know that she spoke with someone at night. Interestingly she didn’t reply. My mom over heard this and smiled slightly and even aunty did! My confused state of mind questioned ‘what was wrong?? Aren’t they supposed to be serious about such things??’ she moved away. My mom looked at me and fired a sweet arrow which busted all the balloons of hopes inside me, she said ‘Zoya is engaged dear’ I was not so disappointed when I saw that African zoya but now I was almost dumb. I apologized for my behavior and went to the gallery and looked around the city and a voice inside cried ‘let’s go back home’…
For no more I wanted to stay at that place. So after 2 days I said my mom that I wanted to leave and after complaining number of times she agreed. The next day I sat back to book the ticket. As i was about to book the tickets the bell rang, this time though ZOYA opened the door! Some another batch of my cousins had come for a visit. I didn’t care if they even wanted my room as I was leaving, well yeah almost. A And then I was about to book the tickets when this girl stepped in, I was mesmerized when I saw her beautiful big round eyes and I almost had begun to dream those lovely evenings with her but then my mom interrupted "Booked those tickets?!” I looked at her, stopped for two seconds and with a big grin I replied "my friend is at Bangalore and he wants to meet me up! Can we stay for some more time?!” My mother looked me with a stare and said “you and your stupid plans do whatever you want but next time decide on when we will be leaving! Okay!!?” I replied okay with the same big grin and looked at my consolation prize!
P.S: Its actually a cocktail of stories by both the writers Anfal and Meshal! :)
Posted on: Kashif khan's blog on Monday, 3 November 2014
Edited by: Kashif Khan
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I remember still that I waited for months for the second part and finally I tried writing it and purposefully ended this way... Coincidently the guy who wrote this too had sent the next part to the blogger which was as same as mine but did not had the last part... Both of our stories were merged and yeah finally my ending was considered :P...
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