Seasons Of Love

#5 : Kolkata Chronicles

Vicky's POV

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To start it off,
I know you know me
To come to think of it,
it was only last week
That I had a dream about us,
oh oh (come on)
That's why I'm here,
I'm writing this song
To tell the truth,
you know I've been
hurting all along
Some way let me know
you want me, girl

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            Similar to the pause-and-play liberty one has, while watching a movie at home, my VHS tape-alike brain rewinded back to the very point it had stopped at and resumed. With the 8 minute long song playing as the background score, I relived the training days, looking into her eyes. The jet black orbs provided the canvas for projecting our happy memories. She also seemed to be hooked and reeled into it, with my eyes as her screen.

            Having crossed hardly five to six steps away from her closed door, in the hotel's corridor, my phone started to shrill. I shook my head at the unknown caller's number flashing on the screen. Having a pretty good idea to whom it belonged to, I immediately picked it up.

            "Hi", Ria's hesitant soft voice boomed into my ears. It felt surreal like she was physically so close to my auditory sensory organ. The sound waves lapping against my left tympanic membrane, causing it to vibrate. The fractions of milliseconds already consumed for the conversion of the pressure waves in my inner ear to it's interpretation as sounds by my brain, without adding any more time delay to it, my response was out of my vocal cords.

"Hi Ria!"

"You have my number?!?" An undertone of accusation was thrown at me.

My chortle echoed in the empty hallway, bouncing back from the walls blocking it from progressing any further. "I gave my number to only 3 girls."

           The soft hitching of her breath was magnified by my well built  phone, causing a ghost of smile to appear on my face. Her mellowed down version of jealousy or whatever it was, was sidelined for now. Neither of us pondered upon it further, as it was way-way too early for it.

            Continuing, after the sweet interruption, I said. "I don't think Chitra or Ruhi will check upon me at the strike of midnight, to know my whereabouts. I'm no Cinderella, you see!" I teased her a bit. I couldn't contain my inner true-blue personality anymore, in front of her.

           The giggle escaped from her lips along with the sound of her flopping down on her bed, was heard. I kept walking and talking till I reached my room, trying to divert her mind off her lonely room. We didn't realize when we dozed off mid conversation.
       
            A flash of horror glided over my face at the sight I had woken up to. My bed had another occupant sleeping along with me. The meare thought of my parents catching me red handed in this condition, built a sense of dread through me. They surely would have been disappointed with my bed occupant, who laid their without any remorse. The sleeping beauty beside me was none other than my mobile phone. A clear proof of my unrestricted movements in sleep and violation of my religious rule of keeping it away from bed before sleeping. Being the only child to two surgeons, resulted in numerous reprimamding lectures on maintaining medical fitness, that they crusaded through my entire life like my twin. I sighed in relief, thankful for residing in Kolkata, at this very moment.

            On that happy note, I went about to get ready for the day. No sooner had I stepped out of my washroom, in my navy jeans, after a refreshing bath; my phone started to ring.