My Improbable Theories On Her.

7. Unforeseen Affairs.

-No, matlab Sulagna ma'am
is always like, 'don't do
this, don't do that.'
Matlab kya kuchh na
kare hum?
-And then if we don't
do anything, she is
like, 'speak up, fools!'
-Yaar, kya matlab, WTF.

-Wait, a sec
-Sulagna ma'am, you said?
-Even my English teacher's
name is the same.
-And she is exactly like that!

-The fuck?!

-See, now, I don't know
your name or anything.
And you don't know mine.
-And it's fine if we
don't share that detail.
-But just tell me where you
live.
-Cause, though the possibility
is very...improbable.
-But, I don't know...I am
anxious.

-Dude, there are many
such women with their
name as 'Sulagna'!
-Wait, so you think
we might be from the same
school.
-Man, that's not even-
-You're nuts. Period.

-Can you just-
-Tell me where you live.

I know, I know that the possibility of what I am thinking is very bleak.
But...I just don't know.
I feel like I need to know where she lives.
Just for confirmation-
Because, many a times, these coincidences are a little too much of coincidences to be actually termed as 'coincidence'.

Am I making any sense right now?
(P.S. when do I ever make sense? )

-I guess, I can trust you
now that we have talked so
many times...
-Faridabad, Delhi NCR.
-That's where I live.
-Bas? Khush?

I-
I can't even-
Fucking fuck.

I stared unblinkingly at my phone with my eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
All this time-
All this time, the last two weeks, I have been thinking-
And she was from my city, even worse, my school.

See, it isn't that I had suspected that she lived on Mars or some 4 million miles away from me, but I also hadn't expected her to live exactly where I live.
Shit, I mean-

-Earth to Khalid!
-Yo, where ya at?

I quickly exited the app and shut off my phone.
My anxiety made sure that the situation got worse.
The excess sweat brimming on my forehead in these months of on-coming, chilly winters and my rapid heartbeats were a live proof of that.

Wait.
What if she knows me?
No, no, no, no.
That can't be!
We haven't revealed any personal details about either one of us yet.
But what if now, that I have to inevitably tell her the truth, she somehow finds out who I am, somehow...

Why should I be worried then?
Nope, no, naah, no way.
This should never happen.
If that happens, chances are I might die of utter shame and embarrassment.
This, exactly this, was the biggest nightmare of every introvert.

My phone chimed repeatedly for 5...6...7...8 times.
They were messages from her, no doubt.
But no, wait, I need to figure this out myself first.
Then I will talk to her.