At last !

                        Fidgeting with her 'Saree pallu' for the nth time, sitting alone in her office in the high rise for how long, she had lost count, after all her colleagues had left, Nikhat stood up frustrated. Why is deciding so difficult? Why does the mind want to trace the same paths again and again to come up to the same conclusion? And why is this 'conclusion' not registering in a manner that will calm down her nerves?

                          She sat down once again going through all the times they had spent as part of the vivacious group that had formed out of nowhere, and Gaurav was the guy rumoured to be engaged. Well when did she exactly land up in the 'miss him' trap she wasn't aware but it had happened. She was successful in the work she did, had excellent set of friends, loving parents, doting siblings and herself had a superb E.Q. as well. What's this missing vissing thing, she mused, but couldn't escape the sinking feeling (happiness at the same tima) everytime she met Gaurav. Irony was they cut each other amidst conversations, never missing an opportunity to do so. Well each of them was secretly happy to see the other whenever they all met. Why does one have to maintain a distance with the person whom the heart has accepted ? She was like that once she has accepted that's it. Final word, nothing could change that. She was scared herself of this crazy attitude of hers. How in heaven could Gaurav be hers if he was to be engaged to someone even if it was a rumour? And what's this 'owning feeling'? Stupid, idiotic she thought, 'Get moving lass, its only a feeling, one that stays for few moments  (and yeah ! that tugs you like hell later on, her heart whispered)'. She had had enough of this tussle between her mind and her heart. She had always been straightforward, speaking things out, doing whatever it took to be clear in life and move ahead. Sometimes she thought all this is not worth. Let him be happy wherever he is, with whomsoever he married. And she had lead months like that thinking on similar lines. But then she couldn't avoid him as much as she wanted to. They did bump quite often. And maintaining a formal-friendly-sometimes close- sometimes aloof kind of connection had started unnerving her. Gaurav was different, sometimes she hated him for his 'snobbish' 'I am always right, perfect' attitude, but drawn towards his 'wild ways' at the same time. 

                        She was watching 'Dhoom 2' the other day, one of her favourite movies. She loved the songs and was hooked onto one particular scene, when Hrithik asks Aishwarya to 'jump' with the melodious, soft music in the background. And now suddenly she remembered that and there she was bang on cell phone, tapping Gaurav's number. She almost stopped breathing when he said 'Hey Nick'. 'Ti Amo' she said, surprised at her calm voice that echoed in her heart.