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Its always hard to determine whether the answer is yes or no, when what you get is only a smile as response. Can it be a smile of a person who looks down on the suggestion thinking, "What a pathetic idea. How can he even dare say so? Must be out of his mind and let me pity him", or it can be just the other end of the spectrum, "Ok, How does that matter? Lets move on. Might be a nice idea".

And we decided to walk. Not knowing what was on her mind, but we decided to walk.

For all of you, who are lost and doesnt understand what I intend to speak about, please refer to the post Amchee Mumbai.

"We will take an auto and then get down near Andheri. We will walk from there uptill the International Airport and then have a coffee together.", she said.

I nodded.

I dont remember what we talked in rickshaw. I dont care whether I remember it or not. I do remember (most part of the night) and that what, to me is a little more important.

We got down somewhere in Andheri. To be exact, right in front of her abode. And then we walked towards our immediate goal. Airport.

All this while there were things that we were talking of, which I intend not to share, because that is not what the blog is about. Its about how I felt...... just being there or should I say....being lost. Lost in a charm, where I cared about nothing. I was feeling as if after a long time I have started to re-discover my self. Talk to myself. And spend time with myself. She was just a medium, who made me scratch the dusted past and see the silvered shine that lay underneath.

to be continued.........

I dont know how people might take it, or consider it, or think about me, or even talk about it because it just doesnt matter.

Someone's or anyone's belief was never a criterion to blog this. You may and you may not, read it, I leave that to you.

I had been  to mumbai, the city of dreams, the city of " no one is for you", the city of joy, the city of "hit on the face", and the city of strangers..... strangers..Hmmmm may be, or may be not.

I met friends there. Friends if I can call them. However, what I write is not about friends, its about a "stranger". Her name is Lekhni Sharma. Met her after 10 years, and before that; we never knew each other, so 10 years is only a modest estimation of the time gap.

Had met her a day before too, missed the blueberry muffin but made it up by sharing some nice chat across the stout fellow and the grumpy lady in the bus and some sweet support when she actually carried my bag for some time. Not to mention the time she spent with me, so that I can find the address I was looking for, in Andheri. Took some time but finally she made me reach where I intended to go. To meet old friends.

But this blog is more about the next day. The best day in quite a while and certainly not to be forgotten in this life time.

I was in a bad mood. And then decided to call her, not knowing whether she would be there or not. My sheer luck... (i can afford to call it luck now) she was free. We met, we talked, rather she talked. It was a new experience for me as well as its me who generally takes charge of the conversation. Not that day. I prefered to listen.

She talked about this and talked about that and things I cant even expess. Then she said somethin which clung to my mind. Can we actually walk back from Juhu to Andheri? I didnt find it right and decent to ask the lady for a walk of more than an hour. I decided to keep my mouth shut.

"Lets go to the disc...", she said and I started walkin towards the same, only to realize nope!, not a disc. I wanted to walk. I told her.

to be continued.....