It was a matter of delight to see an instrument as small as my palm and as
cheap as a dinner for two at a decent restaurant make her heart wriggle. We had
been chatting casually over a hot cup of tea on her terrace, when music began
playing. Before I could guess where the sound oozed from, Vini handed me her
cup to hold and reached for her pocket. As she withdrew her hand, the sound
grew stronger. When she finally looked at the mobile screen, there was a wide smile
on her face accompanying the nervousness from realizing who the caller was. The
song continued.
“Why don’t you receive the call?” I asked.
“I am trying to calm my heart, its racing at a speed of 100km/hr,” she said
putting one hand to her heart.
When I gave a puzzled look, she gestured me to keep quiet and received the
call. After a minute she hung up and slipped the mobile back in her pocket.
Taking the teacup back from my hand, she said, “I don’t know why this happens
but everytime Soham calls up, my palm starts sweating and my heart starts
thumping.”
“Stop fooling me. As if I am not aware of your feelings for him.” I said bringing
the teacup to my lips for the last sip.
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