Her pov
Oh no...who out hogaya...I make a funny face..stop my giggle and give him a sorry kinda smile.
He stares at me ,then the stumps and behind to the bowling team who were dancing their victory dance.
He comes towards me..
"yeh address bata denge please?"
He snatches the paper from my hand still staring at me.
"32-28-36 yeh toh number hai, aisa address pehli baar dekha hai..." I take that paper from him
"sorry woh address nai hai...ek minute" I start searching the paper in my bag
"Ae bat chod wicket gaya tera"a boy from the group shouts at him
"oye chup oye ...yeh beechmei aayi isliye wicket gayi meri" he cribs
"barabar hai iski wicket, inhone hi li hai" another guy says and they all start laughing at him, I also giggle enjoying their argument.
"excuse me" I again ask after I get the address.
Third pov
"aap Mumbai se aaye hai"he says making a funny face.
"haa kaise malum hua?" she asks
"paper ke haalat se hi samjh gaya" and giggles in most weird way.
"and handwriting dekh ke hi koi bhi boldega, ki aap Mumbai ki hain...kitni ghaayi hoti aap logon ko...dekhiye dekhiye..aapko, aapki hi handwriting samjhmei aarahi hai kya?"
"ek minute ...problem handwriting ki nai hai" she pulls out the paper from his hand "problem yahan ke naam ki hai...kya likha hai yeh?"she says looking at the paper
"hridayamardam" he prompts
She giggles "exactly...yeh koi naam hai?"
"Humlog yahan pune mei aise hi naam rakhte hain...you know proud feel hona chahiye...building ke bhi" he ends with that weird giggle
"hmm" she makes an irritated face "address malum hai?"
"haan easy hai(taking the paper from her)... ek kaam kijiye sidhe jaiye...phir right(he moves his hand)...2-4 step aage phir left(he moves his hand towards her face)
"oyii" she yells lightly"mei..right side pe 5th building..."hri-day-mardam!" she snatches the paper from his hands."kya hua?"he asks
She shakes her hand in no with tight smile.."thanks" and goes away.
"kyun bhai hogayi kya teri batting?" dimpy prompts from the group.
"aa tujhe batatu aa...saale" he takes the bat in his hand and turns towards him. Dimpy moves away giggling.
"chal chal ball daal chal" he says
"abbey oye tu out hogaya hai!" the boys complain together.
"arey kya out? ...who beechmei aagayi thi...kuch nai kuch nai chal ball daal...arey out nai haina main..oye chup re ...arey ball daalo no...aise kya...chal"he yells between their whining
"arey bat meri, main captain, mujhe kaun kuch bole ne wala hai"saying so he goes on strike ready to bat.
"aye isko out karo re" someone prompts from the fielders "oye chup re" he replys
Her pov
Finally itna ghumne ke baad woh buiding dikhi...god!!! Hri-da-ya-mardam...tch..kya naam hai?
I go in the bulding , full purane jamane ki building hai. Superb ...but naam kaisa rakha hai dekho.
Shakespeare galat bolta hai ...whats in name?...address dhundne wale ko pucho..2 ghante se address hi dhund rai hu....aur uss cricketer ne bhi kya address bataya kya malum..ghuma ke rakhdiya...huh.
The door is locked...like literally...bada sa lock lagaya hai...god why me?..inlog ko bola tha na mom ne main aarahi hu?
Lets see kisiko puchti hu...thode der ruk jati hu na
I go around that building and finds a old man coming...
"Uh..excuse me?"
But the old man picks some footwears kept infront of the door and throws them away...Royally ignoring me, goes inside the house.
I find a board put up above that door which says "patil jyotshiji ke yahan aanewalon se nievedan hai...kripya apni chappalein wahan (with a left arrow mark) rakhe...iss darwaje ke saamne(with a down arrow mark) rakhi gayi chappalein utha ke fhekdi jayengi"(people coming to visit mr. patil are requested to remove their footwears that side...if found infront of this door..footwears will be thrown away )
I giggle just then a man come and remove his shoes infront of that door only...
It's a duplex so I decide to go upstairs and ask someone there...shayad unko pata ho hriday wale ke baremei
I go upstairs and take in surroundings ...it has terrace garden...nice...I try to look towards that hridayamardam building...maybe koi ho.
Anyway there's this room here...so I ring the bell ...koi khana bana raha hai..kitchen se awaaj aarahi hai cooker whistle ki...but no one comes...so I start banging on the door...just in case they didn't hear the bell.
A lady comes in hurry "kya hai?!!"she shouts
"um..yeh jo?.."main puchti bhi nai theekse ki woh nai malum bolke darwaaza band kardeti hia...mere muh pe!!...like ..witch!!...so rude...i huff ..but then I notice the post it like paper on the door... "1/2 litre"...huh?...aadha litre?..kya aadha litre?...dudh?paani? kya?.
Itne mei neeche se jhagde ki awaaj aane lagti hai..
The man jisne tabhi darwaje ke samne shoes nikalthe and who uncle the.
"arey samjhte kya hai khudko?..do minute darwaje ke samne shoes kya nikaal diye..shoes uthakar phekdene ka kya?!!"
"abbey ae...aankhe kharab hai kya?...woh board dikhta hai ke nai..haan!!...and shoes mei itna hi sona laga haina ...toh jeb mei rakh aur jaa" the uncle shouts.
"dekhiye aap bujurg hain isliye ...nahi toh..." that man says but the uncle shoos him away.
God ...ktine ajeeb log rehte hain yahan....anyway yeh address...and I leave from there.
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Narrativa generaleShe has a day trip to Pune for an important work. He is more interested in a chance to bat in the gully cricket match She asks him for directions of an address. They end up together for the day as they walk around Pune together, having fun, talking...
