Zia felt calm & relaxed. She was smiling & smiling within herself all the time 😊. All alone. Like an idiot. 'Madame. Thane east ya west? Madame....' 'Oh haa kya? West west. Sorry mera dhyaan nahi tha.' Zia had taken a taxi to home. And she had a reason for that. Moments spend with jai... She wanted to live them again,wanted to recall his voice, wanted to breath his deo, wanted to feel him standing near, to see him waving his hands at every word he was talking, and just wanting to be with him all over again.. just thinking about him was getting her goosebumps all over. And that was the only reason she was in a taxi & not her usual train today. Back there, poor jai was running like a lost kid all around the station, wondering where (& why) had zia disappeared within minutes. Already making 2 trips on platform1 he was running up the bridge incase zia was on another platform, simultaneously trying to call her desperately. But zia was not reachable. Gasping he sat on a bench on the platform and tried calling zia one more time. And this time the phone rang.
'Hello..'
'Arey hello kya.. tu kidhar hai? And why did you leave like that? Pagal hai kya. Kuch toh bolke jaati....' jai sounded more annoyed than worried. 'Arey sorry jai. Woh actually pata nahi but i had to leave hurriedly.' Zia was clueless what to say bcz she herself fint knew why she behaved that way. 'Pata nahi.? Kuch bhi. Kya hua bol toh sahi. And tu hai kidhar?' 'Arey i am in a taxi' 'Taxi?? Kyun. Tabbiyat toh theek hai' 'Haa re jai .. sunn i have another call waiting. Will talk later. Chal bye' And zia disconnected.