A Conversation..

She mailed :


No power..

middle of the night.. terrace.. ipod.. nice songs.. weird thoughts.. nobody around.. lonely time..

whispers from neighbour's window, crying newborn and frustrated mother downstairs, girl giggling on call standing on the corner of next terrace, whistling goorkha, drunkard on road, quarrelling couple, friends- cups of steaming coffee-stories, bunch of girls returning from late night party-gossiping and a guy checking them out, fights on call, nerdy studying in candle light, lecturer preparing for tomorrow's class, a guy eagerly waiting for his computer to come to life , carefree kids sleeping cozy in the apartment, a beggar in the need of a blanket trying to sleep, crackers in the sky, people dancing and letting their neighbour's know that India won the match, passing train and oldie cursing, uncle out on a moonlight walk with his dog, a girl jumping compound...

oh! power is back!

I replied:

No power..

middle of night.. UPS beeping(!), sounds on terrace.. humming breeze - curtains flying; a cozy blanket..a few dreams-pleasant and unpleasant; a bit of loneliness, a bit of anger, a bit of happiness, a bit of sleep and a few messages; distant mike screaming songs, neighbour's snores; creaking gate; a sound of cry; a cheerful laughter; a cat's mew;a tear dropped around... missing room-mate, a "ghost" friend - on terrace, listening to music, singing aloud; a bit of impatient wait...

then, sober sleep..

PS: She was on terrace and I, downstairs :)
PPS: The "she" and mails are no imaginations! This conversation happened!