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Geetam- an imperfect perfection

The Chandigarh highway is a sight to see on a breezy winter evening. More than half of the stretch is illuminated by cars and trucks that have been stuck for over three hours now. The search for Geet is still progressing very strongly and the police leave no stone unturned. 

 With shrinking hope and despair Geet walks on the foggy, winter-bound road about fifty miles away from home. Few meters away from Geet is Gautam on a call with Meera "listen Meera, just tell me where you are. I need to talk to you, now." He is visibly upset with the caller, and cannot concentrate on the driving anymore. 

Geet spots a speeding car headed towards her. The high beam hits her eyes, and she is at a standstill. Gautam stares into the phone, angry and frustrated. As he speeds on the highway, he spots a red dupatta flying against the wind. Why is the red dupatta at a standstill? he thinks to himself. His eyes widen when he realizes that the red dupatta is actually a girl. He drifts the car so hard, that the axle disintegrates and there is an unbreakable lock on the wheels. 

"What the hell do you think of yourself? standing in the middle of the road like it is your birthright?" Gautam angrily bashes the car door and walks towards Geet. What he does not realize is that Geet actually saved him from an accident that might have killed him. 

As he walks towards Geet, a huge container truck runs into Gautam's car, crushing it into bits. His mouth is wide open and has no words to say. 

"yes, and you were saying?" Geet snaps her fingers at a frozen Gautam cast under the spell of Elsa. He eclipses into the present and blinks his eyes repeatedly to relive the scene. He turns towards Geet, a girl in red dupatta speaking at a pitch beyond an average human. 

"And I wanted to say a thank you to you," Gautam points at his mashed potato of a car. 

"You're welcome. Actually na, I am a lucky charm for anyone. Oh, by the way, I am Geet, and you are... actually who cares? I only want to get to Delhi and from there, tata India, hello ji London," the only thought in Gautam's mind right now is, why can't this girl just stop talking? 

"I am Gautam, not that you care. But, I just got back from London in search of my girlfriend who is getting married to another douche bag in an hour. And If I don't get to Delhi by then, it is tata Meera, hello arranged marriage," Geet thinks why can this guy not talk a little louder? he is not a Punjabi for sure. 

Geet chuckles. She sees herself in Gautam when she once went all the way in search of that douche bag Karan. Maybe everyone needs to learn their own lesson. And only time will make you realize...