Anirudh's face was all covered with colours and he looked unrecognisable.

That girl, that annoying girl threw all colours on my face and on top of that started shouting at me. I was already getting late, I need to meet Bondita here in London but this stubborn, ziddi girl was wasting my time.

"Dekh k nehi chal sakte ap" she yelled at me, sitting on the road with her bicycle falling aside, "saara saman gira diya, pagal!".

"Ap speed se chala rahe the aur mujhpe chilla rahe hain? Osshobbho(uncivilized)" I was infuriated by her attitude, "upar se mujhpe ye lal rang gira diya!'

"Haw? Apne mujhe oshobbho kaha, pagol bangali kahike! Ap mujhe sorry bolenge samje ap" she stood up dusting her dress and pointed her finger at me.

"Nehi bolunga kyuki galti apki hain" I argued and turned back to leave when she held my hand, "apne jo mera saara saman kharab kar diya, sorry apko bolna hi parega."

When she held my hand, my heart started to pump at a faster rate. It was such a known touch, so soothing.

Pata nehi kyu dil ko sukoon de raha tha wo sparsh.