Monsoons in Mumbai were on the verge of drowning the city. Naina asked Amit the reason for his late departure from office. He informed her about the long induction videos also that he was unaware about the havoc of monsoons in Mumbai. She felt very poor for him and then asked him where exactly he stayed. “Bandra”…she teased him “where in Bandra? Mannat or Star Galaxy….?” He looked at her in surprise…Naina seemed to be in a light mood. “Nope, Teachers Colony, besides St. Gracious School, Bandra East”, Amit replied. She was driving in an elegant manner despite of the traffic and water logging areas. Dodging through hurdles race, they reached at a junction where it seemed as though the entire city was floating on the Arabian sea. The condition outside was worst, endless vehicular population and resulting pollution, BEST buses lined up, black and yellow taxis, private cabs, two wheelers all sailing in the same direction. Its was around 10pm but the condition outside was getting deadlier. The shining and trailing rain droplets gliding on the windscreen gave a vibrant reflection on Naina’s glowing face. Her childish expressions amazed Amit to discover her innocence. She lowered the window beside her and enjoyed the rain drops falling through her palms. Just then the FM played,”Mohbbat barsa dena tu, sawaan aaya hai….”. Amit rested back and admired Naina’s beauty being glorified by the Monsoons. Her partially faded lipstick, smudging kohl and light fragrance mesmerised him.
“I am feeling hungry, what about you?” Naina asked. Amit replied assertively. “I don’t think we are proceeding anywhere atleast for next couple of hours or may be tonight. But I am damn hungry…I wish we get some delicious pakoda or smoking hot vada pav with ginger tea.” Amit wished to get it for her whatsoever and suddenly caught a glance of a roadside vendor deeping frying vadas. He immediately moved out of the car without even a second thought. Coming back with newspaper wrapped wada pav and salted fried green chilli alongwith 2 cutting chai. By the time he reached the car, Amit was drenched but looked excited about achieving the utmost trophy. Naina exclaimed,” OMG Amit…you are just impossible…we could have asked the vendor to send it to our car…why did you step out.” She looked worried for him, unwrapping her scraf, she handed it over to him. Her concern and especially tugging and embracing her scraf …. flew butterflies in his stomach. She parted both the ends of the bread or pav and tucked the hot and spicy wada and offered him. Sipping the ‘garam chai’ and smuffing her fragrance through her scarf hypnotized Amit. He enjoyed the song playing on FM “Yeh Shyaam Mastani….”
It was going to be midnight but they were not even able to move an inch. Both of them informed their guardians and made themselves comfortable in the car… Naina turned off the car and went asleep on the backseat. Amit wondered and prayed to God begging him not to stop the rains for the next 24 hours. He was just enjoying this favorable natural calamity which proved to be a boon for him.
His sleeping beauty resembled the young princess from wonderland. Her eyes soft and calm, small and cute smile on her lips even in her dreams. Amit was nowhere feeling drowsy or sleepy. He warned himself to stay awake in order to protect this princess resting on the backseat. He pecked through all the directions, to check if any unwanted elements could disrupt Naina’s sleep.
Early morning when Naina woke up due to the jerks she was astonished to discover Amit driving through the traffic moving at snails pace….Naina was amazed to learn about Amit’s excellent driving skills. It was near about Naina’s residence, Amit stopped and greeted her,” Gud morning ma’am I mean Naina. Naina was so happy to be back home she invited Amit for coffee. Amit readily agreed and drove through the parking of her residence. They went upstairs and waited for someone to answer the door bell.
Naina’s dad opened the door. Amit as well as Naina’s dad were stunned meeting each other…..
Stayed tuned to see what happens next…