It's Not Finished Yet

Chapter 22

"Yeah I will get busy. Dont know if I will come online tonight or not."

"Achha." (Ohh)
It was 10pm, and he was still looking forward to talk on text before sleeping?

My my.

"Hmm. You know what happens with me? From morning till night, I don't keep a track about anything apart from work. Whom do I have to talk to? What will I talk about? Nothing. Just work, work, work, and work. That's why I even forget to text you sometimes because I get so engross in work. Your incoming texts reminds me of you then."

"Ohh. So this happens."
Well.
Murat ahmad is opening up again.
Gotta listen up.

"Yeah. And when I'm doing nothing, no work, nothing, just sitting idly, at that time I make plans about work. How about I do this? What results will I get? Pros and cons? etc. That's why even when I'm free, my brain is at work."

"Hmmm." I listened quietly to him.

"At night after wrapping up everything when I lay down to sleep, my brain starts calculating and planning stuff. And when something just clicks in, I immediately note it down to research about it next morning.."

"So you won't forget it." I completed his sentence. 

"Hmm. During night I keep a check on the messages too whenever I wake up from sleep. Because sometimes an important text pops up, and I urgently have to log in the laptop to complete that work, then go back to sleep."

"Ohh. Sounds exhausting."

"Yeah. I just don't get time to think about any other thing. And even if i do, I just don't want to."

"So you keep yourself busy."

"Yeah. Few days ago some guests came up at home and I urgently had to get the laptop which was in the room. So, I quietly went, did my work, switch it off and went out, paying no attention to whatever they were talking about."

"I see."

"Aisi zindagi hai meri," he concluded at last in low voice.
(That's how my life is.)

"Hmm from morning to night, work work," I mumbled back.

"Hmm."

A workaholic guy who likes to stay alone and avoid people at all costs. But is willing to freeze at terrace to talk to me?

Am I flattered?
Yes

Is it the first time?
Nope

"Even right now I'm thinking about it," he broke the silence which engulfed us a few seconds ago, and also my chain of thoughts.

"Ohh. By the way, you do web designing right?" I finally initiated my favourite topic I had always wanted to talk about with him.

Because I like coding.
And especially coders ;)

"Hmm."

"All that coding stuff."

"Hmmm."

"You must have tags learned by heart now."

"Hmm. You see, tags aren't that important. It's more like... Well, the ones who are real coders, they don't know much about tags and all you know?"

I sat up straight, intrigued. "Oh really? Because as far as I remember, I mean, during school days, I used to love computer classes and I made various small websites too. It was fun." I smiled remembering old days.

"Hmm."

"So various tags are given for different tasks. Like to add pictures, videos, or links." My hand pinpoints every word in air.