"So what's the plan?" Ali munched on the last bits of the chips.
"Go there, talk, and walk out maybe. If I don't make a mess of myself, that is." For the last one hour that was what I planned. I know epic, right? Someone flying 8 hours, traveling on road for the last 3 hours, and being on caffeine for the last 14 hours came to Pakistan for what? To talk and leave.
Even I would have smacked myself if I wasn't sulking around. But that is another tale.
"Toh phir phone hi kaar deti." sassed Rabeya. Even she knew it was my clouded mind that spoke. I was clueless and scared to my wits. Going over every possible scenario, this seemed like the right plan. Go, talk and leave if things go south. I mean, it's been a long time even.
(Why didn't you just call then?)
"Yaar, toh mein kya karu?" Wailing I asked. If they got ideas, I would jump into it right away.
(Then what do I do?)
"Go and talk." Ali stated as if it was something never said before.
Rolling my eyes, I turned to face the road. The sun was coming out from the horizon and the mists cleared out a bit. Kashmir was beautiful just like he said. The greenery, peace, enchanting lakes, and mountain peaks. If it were any other time, I would have let myself bask in them.
"No guys seriously." again Ali Sahib's voice broke my trance. "She should go and talk to him. Say what she has to say and then let things roll out on their own. I mean what's the worst that can happen? Zyada seh zyada rejection, right? "
(The most that could happen is rejection, right?)
"Wow. So reassuring, Ali." Us, two ladies, chorused with sarcasm dripping like honey.
"I mean, see, Sammy. You broke my yaar's heart back then as well, nah? So iss baar agar banda nah kare toh kya huya, hum dono tumhe tissue pass karenge jaise usko kiya tha. You are also our friend, so dosti nibhayenge. Right, jaan?" Blabbling was Ali's speciality, did I mention it before? Maybe nyah...
(So, if this time the guy says 'No.', we will be there to pass you the tissues, just like we did for him. You are our friend, so we are gonna keep the friendship.)
"Ali Hunein Abbasi, if you weren't the father of my babies, I would have thrown you down the hill now." Rabeya gave off her "no-nonsense" smile at her dear husband. Man, she was dangerous with a bump.
Gulping down whatever he was to say, the poor bloke blinked to regain his gears and continue driving.
"Oh my god! Samreen, my jaan!" It was when Rabeya shrieked, that I noticed those fat, warm salty water droplets making their way down my cheek. As my irises found the rear mirror, all I could see was a pair of dark orbs with the whites now red.
A tremor went out as my heart sank into my stomach. Covering a shaky hand on my pale face, a sob escaped. The voices of my friends were blocked out, their reassuring words all drawn out as I let my head sink further into my palms that were drenched with the saline waters.
A bigger realization came:
I was in this too deep, not one clue how or when.
I am doing what I feared the most-
Running after the train...
and I hope I didn't miss it.
Glossary:
1. Sahib- Mister
2. Yaar- Friend
3. Jaan- An endearment. Literally means "Life"
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Complications of Heart
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