Hangover...

It was 11.15 at night. I was driving back home after attending an office get together. The night had just got younger, roads were getting nude. I was humming an old Mohd Rafi song while shaking my head like Rajesh Khanna. The scotch had started showing its impact. “Helpp……” a loud cry came from the other side of the road.

I stopped the car in anticipation. It was 20 something girl in black top almost fist fighting a teenage boy who was trying to snatch something out of her hands. Don’t know what struck me but before I knew, I jumped out of the car and was standing beside the “pretty girl”. She must be around 22 and looked like an IT executive. Just as I was gazing at her long hair, she cried again, “he is trying to steal me…bastard…”

“Hey, you want to have trouble” I grabbed his dirty collar. “Chal na, shhana mat ban”, he tried to push me back. I slapped him as tightly as I could. The boy fell on ground. I was surprised at my skills. Whether it was the effect of “Ghayal” that I watched last night or scotch had finally taken over me…..I thought a bit of both. Anyways the lad got up and ran away while mouthing some nice adjectives…

Just as I turned back the girl was getting her stuff back in the bag and counting if she had lost anything. The breeze was just flirting with her hair which would fall repeatedly on her face. She will push them behind ears before completing her rituals. 5’4’’, toned, black top, blue jeans, red scarf around the neck.  “Thanks…..for saving me” her sweet voice interrupted my observation. It’s my pleasure…. is what I  wanted to say but thought it would be inappropriate, “You are Welcome. Where you need to reach”. “It is sector 52A”. “I am going the same side, let me drop you”, I said as I tried to remember which side sector 52 might be……….

(to be continued…)