The world was changing fast around me. Aishwarya ceased to be beautiful. I mean, she was beautiful alright but she was not the most beautiful girl around. Gayatri was all around. Bollywood movies, the same ones that I had ripped apart in the past, started sounding sensible. Love was in the air, and yes, Valentines Day has long since gone.
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I waited for the mobile to ring. I waited for the call from Gayatri. I was irritated when anybody else called. I was not interested in any ones business anymore. My life had taken a different route. Single point agenda. Persue Gayatri.
The sense that had prevailed in me, for some days, realizing that I was not supposed to think too much about a girl with whom I had barely an acquaintance with, was conspicuous by its absence. I was not walking on the ground anymore.
One fine day, I got the call. From 9987012345. I jumped. The timing was almost exquisite. If I had jumped any higher, my head would have been sliced by the ceiling fan. I took the call.
Hai Gayatri. How are you? I
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