I was feeling upset, it was terrible to drive in such narrow streets, my car has bumped into a stray car once, now there is no turn we are on dead end and now I have to take a u turn in such a small space. As I moved the car I found some stone dust has dumped on one side.
“It is awful, very bad. You don’t know where we have to go. I am driving like an Idiot in these narrow streets. Are you crazy.” I shouted.
“It is 18 no house”. Sumit said.
“Just shut up, eighteen which eighteen there are five eighteen in this block, A Eighteen or B or C or D”. I roared again.
Actually I was feeling frustrated or upset. Sumit was my college friend, an engineer employed in an IT Firm at Chandigarh. He has just visited Delhi, stayed at my home. I really admire him, Sumit once known to be a genius student in college and helped a lot in my study when we both studied together in Chandigarh Engineering College. He wants to meet his school friend, who studied with him from class four to seven. He says that he loved her at the time at the time when he did not aware the definition of love. According to him it was a two-side love affair, very genuine and he still remembers the three wishes the girl asked when they both were inside a church. He exactly remembers the two wishes that never fulfilled, first was that both of them would never grow up, second their families would never leave the town, and what the third wish was. He does not remember that he wants to ask the girl.
“I suppose that you are crazy” I said, ”You need to see the psychiatrist urgently. See the twenty long years have passed, the girl would have happily married and become mother of one or two kids”.
“That does not matter, whether married or single, I just want to see her at least once. I have spent many nights just thinking about her and her three wishes.” Sumit said philosophically.
“My friend you are getting emotional, and our deal was simply meeting your girlfriend no emotional scenes, no drama, just a casual meeting.” I took a right turn.
I could see the anxiety on sumit”s face. We have checked all the eighteens, the only remained is the 18 E. I drove to the main road; there was a temple on one side of road. It was a small temple covered by an adjoining Banyan tree, there was a small water tab there possibly to offer water for passerby’s people.
“It is the time to take a short break.” I announced and stopped the car on the side of the temple. We both came out, we were quite tired and thirsty meanwhile tap water was refreshing, I sparkle some water on my face. Then suddenly Sumit jumped up in ecstasy.
“Yes this is the place, I remember this temple and Banyan tree, we used to come here, sometime would learn our lessons here.
Sumit ran toward the car.
“Follow me, now I will drive” I followed him.
Sooner we were in a deserted street. It was a hot afternoon so most of the people were taking a nap inside. Street was deserted; on both sides there were multistory houses.
Most of the houses looked rebuilt as the floors are constructed to give on rent.
We stopped in front of a tall gray color three-floor house, there was a big Iron gate and on the front wall there is a board stated
Mr. BANSAL
CHIEF ACCOUNTANT
HOUSE NO , D-19
contd in second part................
