I paced towards to the mall entrance,
All while staring at the poster of a saree clad woman,
I like Indian traditionals, & I crashed into her,
Very Bollywood, I mean I always hoped for a story like this,
I would crash into someone, & the violins would play,
The world would pause, & people would break into song,
Well - that didn’t happen, she just dusted herself off,
& looked straight through me, I was terrified for a second,
But before I could utter “sorry”, she said, “I know you!?”
“Excuse me?”, I asked,
“Yes, yes, we met in the national library”, she said,
I nodded, pretending that I knew what she was talking about,
“Umm, you were with Roy, & we were working on a similar project,
so you had helped me out”, she said.
“Yes! Yes! I do remember, call it even then?”, I said coyly.
“No, I am not that easy, you owe me a coffee”, she said.
“Sure, are you free now …” I trailed off, hoping she says her name.
“Chandra”, she added.
“ & I am Dyuti”, I finished.