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The evening was soothingly pleasant to the humidity-afflicted souls living in Bombay. The first downpour in the morning had washed the roads, adding an extra charm to the ceaselessly vibrant city immersed in innumerable colors of evening lights. The dark gray roads glistening in streetlights made you want to keep wandering endlessly. I felt a bit hungry, so asked a taxiwala to drop me at some good restaurant.

The ambience of the restaurant was passable, as it looked from outside. So I decided to step in. Well, nothing was worth mentioning till I cast a glance at a corner of the restaurant. The calm on her face belied her lively features. The soft creamy skin which looked as touchable as the peel of a ripe alphonso, contrasted well with the colourful and sumptuous interiors of the restaurant. Her blond hair tied in a ponytail seemed to invite you to untie it and feel its silky touch, her perfectly carved body made you mistake her for a Greek Godess. To sum-up, her exuberantly sharp features were enough to drive a hermit crazy, let alone an ordinary guy. There appeared absolutely no reason for her sitting alone. Her deep brownish eyes were apparently glued to the page of a booklet. God knows what it was.

The dormant impish spirit in me all of a sudden wakes-up and I start toying with the idea of walking up to her to ask if I could sit with her. But my inhibition in the form of commonsense prevents me. "She may be waiting for someone", it says. Not more than 5 minutes later, God knows from where this sanuwabitch walks in and as if with a premeditated thought comes over sraight to her and whispers something in her ear. The guy sporting funky casuals looks cool and handsome at the same time. Was she waiting for him? Now trust me, I wasn't eavesdropping but still overhear, "Hi! is ne one comin over here". No!, she said. Can I take the seat? Yaa sure, she replies.
So, he sits there, right in front of her and starts blabbering, "Which country u from?" France, You? UK. And the conversation goes on... The guy now rolls-up a cigarrette and offers it to her, which she readily accepts. In about 10 min. they both get-up, and walk out together, blowing rings of smoke.
My meal? Well, the waiter comes over to tell me that the stuff I ordered isn't available, so I order something else. My order is placed before me soon. I plug my ears with the earphones and tune in to 91.1 FM. "tu pasand hai kisi aur ki...tujhe chahta koi aur hai!", nice song!