We plan to vacate my flat as my come back to Paris is undecided.
I have to intimate the training institute about my emergency situation... I text one of my friends number to the institute to substitute me...
Packing the most important items , I look at Shravan...
" Shravan... That's all..."
He nods and goes to the kitchen...
I water the plants for one last time...
I am going to miss each one of these plants... Until Shravan comes to my life , they're my friends...
" Sam... Coffee..."
He extends a cup to me...
" Why you're doing this Shravan.. anyway we're going out. we would have gone to a Cafe..."
He smiles," Sam... what's special in that... This coffee is mine to my Sam with all the love blended with care.. "
He theatrically acts , drawing a heart in air...
I hold the cup to my lips but not to sip the coffee...
My eyes level up with tears suddenly ... They may fall down at anytime..
" Sam... No... " He shouts fake...
I am shocked with his expression and jerk...
" What Shravan...?"
He leans to my eyes and wipes off the tears before they fall down..
" I have made sweet coffee for sweet Sam... Don't spoil it with salt.."
He shows his puppy face..
I laugh to his cute show off , forgetting everything...
" Sam... You wanted to be happy.. let's forget tomorrow... Now , its time for coffee with me ... "
He sits near me to drink the coffee...
We lock the flat after packing everything and hand over the keys to the flat owner ...
Shravan already has booked a cab to his room...
Shravan rents his friend's car for a day... We plan to check in the luggages in airport before going for shopping...
" Sam... Where would you like to go?"
He asks me tapping the steering...
" No idea Shravan..."
I shake my head ...
" Theatre ?" He gives a choice where I say- No
" We can't speak with each other... We have to stare at the screen for the whole day.."
" Then... We will go to a mall... Do shopping ... Can have ice cream..."
He keeps on telling to which I show my happy face...
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" Sam... Look at this... This is beautiful..."
I peep out , between the clothing racks...
" Coming..." I near him to check with his choice...
" Not bad Shravan... This is Good..."
I appreciate and take the dress from him...
It is a lemon yellow silk embroidered kurti ...
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Dear Bestie..( Completed)
Short Story" Actually , all the strangers we meet in life are not really strangers" - When I came across this quote, I grinned .. When I felt it firsthand , I said -" yea.. It's true. At least to some extent.." "Hai!! I am Suman Tiwari.. A south Indian girl f...
