Who are you?

10

I reached home after the incident.

At home, I narrated the whole incident to my mother.

I already had told her about him. But today, it was not like the other good stories.

"You might have messed up on the address in your memory", she said.

"No Maa! I remember it right. I'm completely sure about it!", I tried to convince her that I really do remember it right.

Because I did remember it right!

And there are no other boys hostel named 'Green Residence' in the entire area.

"It might have been road number 46, or road number 44, you might have missed out on the digits?"

"Maa, I told you it was 45. I'm not wrong, believe me...", I was annoyed with her not believing me.

I didn't mess up the address.

I was given a wrong address.

And only that is the answer I am left with. An answer that I'm unwilling to accept!

Why would you lie about your address? You could not! What about your assingnment?

I couldn't digest what just happened.

I was angry but worried at the same time.

I wanted to be mad at you for giving me the wrong address, and at the same time wanted to ask you how you were? And hug you tight to calm your anxiety, the vicious anxiety that I witnessed this morning.

I wanted to help you with your assingnment. I didn't want to see you stress.

But why on the Earth you'd give me a wrong address?!

"Dear, why would he do that? Don't overthink about it. Ask him tomorrow. Hmm?", Maa said with her voice filled with warmth. Her words comforted me.

She is my home, where I can always confide in. The one who loves and understands me the most.

And I hope she understands that I've not messed up the address.

I nodded, and hugged her.

"Well isn't it weird that you don't even have his number. Like...these days that's the first thing kids share with their friends.", she said.

Maa, was right.

That's the first thing anyone would share. But what's more surprising is that I never thought about it till today.

Why?

"Is he that mysterious kind of a guy?", Maa asked.

"Maybe...", I mumbled in the hug. "But he doesn't seem like the deceiving type.", I added.

"Achaa, do you have any other info about him? About his parents? His picture or such?"

"But Maa, I don't have any pictute of his. If I had, I would have already shown you.", I said with a tiny pout.

"That's strange, not even a single picture...", she said.

Then suddenly I realized.

Picture? I had one.

At the period campaign, we took a group photo. They recently sent me the picture.

"Yes, Maa, I guess I have a picture of him!", my eyes glittered in hope.

"That day on the period campaign, we had a group photo. He was there."I added.

I quickly picked up the phone to search it in the gallery. I scrolled to the date on which we had that program.