I am in London. I have been here for the last 8 days. I had awesome fun with Anish.
Anish lied to his parents and came to London with me so that we could see the place together. He had to lie. These days its jhoothe ka bol bala, sachhe ka muh kala :D
London is a nice place or it was nice ‘cause Anish was there. One fine day when he was walking me to work he asked me “Would you like to stay in London?” I said, “I would, if you’re with me.” Now that he’s gone back and I have one more day here I realized I don’t want to live here. London is lonely and cold, weather-wise and otherwise.
I have never seen snowfall, I was hoping to see some when we went to Edinburgh, which is beautiful, but it was plain cold, chilly, dry but no snow. I was packed- two layers on legs, 3 layers on top, cap, gloves and overcoat, how the women out there roam around in shorts is beyond my understanding :-/
This reminds me of a sweetest little conversation I had with sweetest little girl, Sanjana, about a year ago. So, I used to ask Raju Bhaiya if she remembers me after I came back from Reston. I wanted to speak to Sanjana but she wouldn’t talk on phone. She would put the phone on her ear and listen quietly but wouldn’t utter a word.
That had become the routine. On one such one sided conversations, Sanjana took the phone from Bhaiya and ran away. I could hear her little footsteps on wooden floor. Bhaiya picked up other line and said that she’s taken the phone away and she’s staring out of the window. He said he’ll call me in sometime if it gets disconnected and went after Sanjana. I heard Bhaiya screaming, “Sanju beta bua se baat nahi karni?”
There was complete silence from her side and here I was repeating one line endlessly: “Sanjana baby what happened?”
Then the best thing happened. I heard Sanjana whisper into the phone-loud and clear
“Look Son-bua….it’s snowing….”
