The Nabeel Girl

EPISODE -1 Scene -4

The message read "179" guess :)

What was that? Where can I relate this number?  It made me wonder. 

This was enough, I felt. 

I called her, but she didn't pick up the phone. Humans are mostly driven by curiosity.Had I talked to her the other day, I wouldn't have valued her this much. The curiosity of who she might be is driving me crazy.

I started thinking.

Could it be a roll number? Could it be any table number or room number?

I got no clue.

 All of a sudden, I got an idea. Although half of my heart knew this idea would fail, I tried searching the number on Facebook. I was pretty sure girls wouldn't keep their phone numbers on Facebook. 

I did not find her number online.

Meanwhile, there was a notification on my phone. I struggled to take my phone out from my pocket.

Shoot!

That was a battery notification. I checked my battery. It was 2%. I was hoping it to be another hint from her. 

As we entered Sarlahi, I could see petrol being sold outside every shop. There was a closed petrol pump, but private shops were selling petrol. I thought of taking that picture and post it on Facebook. But, I realized, the phone was off.

We had some needful discussion on politics for a while about how the blockades in the border between Nepal and India have promoted the black-marketing of petrol in the city.

It is uncanny to see the petrol pump with the sign "No Petrol," while the small shops around the station or petrol pump selling the petrol at the cost of three times the market price.

I was watching out from the window. I saw something that clicked my mind.

Exactly! Everything now fits in!

I remembered everything-From the number to the reason why I did not recognize her, and how she got my number. Damn! How could I not remember that before?

I remembered her!

So, I took my phone out hastily to tell her who she was. Oops! My phone was already off. But I knew I had called her from my colleague phone. So, I had the option to call her from my colleague phone. I was in a dilemma.

Should I wait till I reach the hotel and charge the phone and then call her or should I call her right now?

I thought for a while, and then I decided. Rather I will call her after I reach my hotel. I am sure the hotel will have generators working if there is power cut-off which Nepal had been facing quite a lot.

After 20 minutes we reached the hotel. The name of the hotel is "Hotel United". The hotel is just on the other side of Doom-doomey River, which is downstream of Kalinjor river, where we were thinking to start a new water-related project. The hotel seemed good.

A young guy came out of the hotel, greeted me and took my luggage to the room. Meanwhile, I ordered a cold coffee and sat on the couch which was just in front of the reception. Definitely, girls in the reception section are often dashing, I thought. However, I was in the place professionally, and I had to make sure that I stand by my rules.

So, I reached to my room which was on the third floor. I looked at the key

 Room number  206. 

The first thing I did was charge my phone. I washed my face and changed my clothes.

The phone got charged up to 12%. Damn, the phone was charging too slow. Perhaps this is what Einstein must have meant when he talked about relativity.

I thought that she had played on me enough. Now  I knew who she was, but she had no idea that I already knew her.

I could play a game as well.

However, I thought not to make it more complex. I wanted to call her, but the posts on Facebook, which shows how people died while talking and charging the phone at the same time made me want to wait for a bit.

Ok! Now it was 20%. I unplugged the charger and dialed the number. I was pretty excited. Well neither I was going to propose her, nor she would be expecting that, but the scene was kind of catchy-a brief infatuation perhaps.

The phone started to ring. My heart started racing in anticipation. She did not pick up the phone. So, I sent her a message:

"Hey, I remember you! fuchhi pick up the phone."

After a minute or more, I called her again. I was feeling nice, my face was glowing. This was stupid but kind of cool.

We are so complex. We have no idea how little things make us happy.

"Tring-Tring..Tring-Tring".

She picked up the phone.

I could hear her giggling.

I could imagine her gesture.

I remember how she used to frequently manage her hair and push it around her ear while she was talking. The movement of her hands while she talks and her eye-movement-Perfect!

 I could imagine her behind the phone.

I said," Hey Shraddha...."