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Strange phrase....is it not?

The moment we hear this, somewhere in the corner of the mind, a male devil says..ahaa, loads of fun and responsibilities none. I dont know how the she-devil might react but just making a WILD guess... must be something on the same lines. Fun, frivolous time and then forget.

For those of you who might think there is something else to it, continue reading it. For those who think I am absurd, there is a small cross in the right hand corner of the screen which will give you freedom from absurdity. The choice is yours.

I discovered something else, a different meaning to the phrase. This phrase was like a barrier to the extent we might be able to think. I dare to call my night in Mumbai as a one night stand, but certainly not the one time night. I had loads of fun....fun with a connotation that the phrase might never be able to signify. Forgetting it----Forget it. It is now a part of my life, embraced in my arms, embedded in my mind and etched in the heart. I might hurt some one by the usage of the phrase.. BUT I hope that YOU will understand me.

Taking off from the timeless flights.............

We walked towards the airport and it started drizzling. The weight of the small droplets on the shoulder, felt like the weight of the world. But we continued. I dont know how much we walked, but then the distance never meant anything. She talked about how she dances and funny enough... every step that I took that night, had a rythm I had rarely felt. Its strange that I dont recall anything specific that we had a conversation on, but what I do recall, how every second felt.

We reached there and then crossed the road to land in an unknown territory..."I wont have a coffee, I am not feeling like having it", she said. I looked at her and my mind in a flash reached to the disco..."nope!, not a disc. I wanted to walk", I recalled. I smiled. I am sure she understood it as yes, unlike me. We walked back.

"What's your plan?"

"Well initially I had thought that I will stay with you till 12 or so and then get back to Anshul's.... B U T... will it be advisable to go there, especially when I am planning to take the first local in the morning. I know how he sleeps. Better not to disturb him", I responded.

"Hmmmmm", she said. I think she said that. Was I suggesting something that I should not have? I didnt know at the moment. I told myself, how uncivilized, ill-mannered and insensitive I was.

"I will go to Kurla station and stay there. Will then take the first local. What say?", I asked.

She looked at me and this time she didnot smile. Her face was a little stern.

Time just passed. I dont remember what she said, how she might have felt, and how I reacted.

"Long time, I had been on a Giant wheel", I said.

"Yeah", came a reply.

"But Its not that good. I am not having my stomach left behind feeling. Howvever...I am absolutely loving it", I continued.

"Lets get our names done on rice", she said.

I smiled.

Wondering on how is it that we discovered the fair, right before what could have been a long story cut short.

It started to drizzle again. I offered her my coat.

"I dont want to look like an idiot having a coat on my head", she retorted.

"Give it to me, I dont want to look like an idiot getting drenched", she complained.

That night was making me smile a lot, so I smiled again.

From there, we walked back. And we reached, where her place was. "But it is not even two",I thought. Now I can see the folly in my thought. 

And then, I bid adieu. After a long talk ofcourse. Reached the station early morning.

Tried dreaming, as if I needed to. Boarded the train, and off to a different world, a different Mumbai.

Half asleep but fully aware of how people might take it, if I told them.

Should I? Why should I even tell anyone about this? What has anyone else got to do with what I do, how I treat things? What difference does it make even if they know it?

"Your life at any stage in life is never your life", I remembered telling Lekhni.

What ever that might mean, what ever you might think, whatever you might treat, I needed to tell this. Not everyone but definitely to some. I needed to tell you.

Mumbai... the city of dreams, the city of dreams come true, the city of strangers......

strangers...... hmmmm.... well not any more.

Lekhni.... thats too strong a comparision to use for a lesser mortal like me dear. I am better off as drj. 

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.........