It’s about love… [Take-37]

[Take-36][Beginning of the story]

Adieu…1

When she told me in the porch, it didn’t strike me much. I simply wished her best regards, shook hands (after so long) and bid her adieu. After I left her and started walking towards the desk, I felt as if I left something behind. The mind is so used to involuntary checks. My hands went straight to the shirt pocket, my ID card and pen were there. I was still walking and my hands checked mobile in left pocket and wallet in back pocket of trouser. Everything was in place. Then I took my ID card out of the pocket and swiped in to enter the wing. And as I entered the feeling got stronger. I was still walking, and soon as I reached the desk, I could no more bear the call of that missing something.

I rushed back to the porch, crossing my PMs cabin, smiling back at people looking at me. I didn’t know why I was traveling back. Might as well have dropped my mind somewhere. Sometimes you just don’t know what you are looking for, but you still search for it. I swiped out, rushed to the porch and she was just leaving from the other exit. Logic says she should have left the porch long back. Without thinking much though, I called out…

“Nikitaaah”. Fortunately no one except the security guard was around.

“Yes”, she said as she hopped back in.

“Ah.. did I… mmm… drop something here?..mmm … I mean you saw something?”

“Something? Like? ” She was smiling at my confused stammering. WTF! was I saying? (My mind just jumped back into activity. )

“Ah mmm nothing … I think I dropped my pen (Mind was back). I mean ..ya there’s one here, but I think I was carrying another one.” I somehow managed to put.

“Nopes. That guy might help.” She pointed towards the security guy.

“Yeah! Nevermind… So let me know if I can help you with something. And be in touch.”

“Yeah! sure.” She smiled again. These smiles of gals, I believe, have seventeen hundred meanings. And I’d never know which one is relevant to the context. Ever. And we bid adieu again. And I saw her leaving. While I acted asking the security about an imaginary lost and found pen, my eyes followed her right to the entrance of the other building, in which she works these days. I was thinking that it might be our last meeting. But something inside was quite positive about meeting her again. As I returned to the desk, I was thinking if I could meet her once before she leaves. But should I?

[To be continued...]