God Must Be Crazy - 08

Brain, “Stop thinking weird, you hardly know anyone there. Better stop thinking of it”

Heart, “What the hell is this, have you ever taken back your decisions?”

Brain, “People will criticize me for your act you idiot!”

Heart, “It’s just a Sunday… I will never get another chance as exams are approaching!”

Brain, “Am signing off… Good Night”

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Hot sun similar to April or May, it never looked like November! May be the city Trichy is like that! It’s really a big confusing apartment construction. Every block seemed to be similar. I carefully scanned throughout and finally found the R3 block. Ran up the steps to the **** door. This must be the house. I checked with the name of her father, door number. I expected a little painting and drawing at the entrance! She is not too much into drawing it seems! May be they have repainted sometime before.

It was a small wooden door painted brown and white similar to my home. Confused with the cross hanging over at the entrance near her fathers’ name – which was a pure Vaishnavite Hindu name. A pure Indian family I think. Keeping those unwanted thoughts aside, I struggled to find the calling bell and finally succeeded with a small plastic switch at the top right hand corner hidden inside the door screen.

I thought of surprising her but I wonder whether she would at least recognize me and say

“Hey… hi.. Come in..” with her cute eyes wide open! Though I haven’t heard such words from her before, I could really visualize the cheek and lip coordination perfectly moving with her eyes rolling over my attire!

Even if those dint happen, I would be happy just to see her in her place. It would be really nice if she could feel the same level excitement by seeing me in her place.

I personally checked all my senses, ready with all such fancy dialogues to attract her. I know exactly that she was not such kind of girl who falls for such silly dialogues, yet I prepared them with utmost confidence. Just the confidence of moving a mountain with a pin!

When I was just approaching the calling bell, had a second thought “What if her father or mother opens up instead?”

Whatever, who cares, get going da Bala!

It sounds similar to my calling bell. Great – coincidence with this (alone!!!)!

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“Sunday na podhume, endhrikave mattan!” my mom said to my uncle who visited long after.

My much awaited Sunday has come. It was 6 in the morning. I could have seen her in that dream atleast. Damn!

Brain, “Still 40 minutes for your train sir!”

God is Gonna be Crazyyyy…!