Anna....thinking...whether this is happening...in real time
between two real people...'her' heart was real enough as she read
Armaan's message at 11p.m. and went to sleep.but what about Armaan?
taking her for a ride? connecting to an old friend? having fun with easily
available 'no-risk' single woman? because he has seen her heart...
clear as summer-sun...as bright and warm.this doubt,eating her mind...intoxicated mind,
a mind as thirsty as a crow.and those messages...how could one have each
for every situation,so adept...so accurate!perhaps he was an old hand at this game...
in that cosmopolitan, leviathanic city, her Armaan got lost somehow?
was he ever her Armaan? she began to doubt her memories, for the first time.
those females...she remembers....she switched off the sms ringtone as she didn't
want anybody in the house to hear if messages came at that time.and she went to sleep,
a blissful awareness of Armaan's presence somehow, in her life...no man has been there
and she was ready to take one....even if second hand..she has lived life second hand,
always, through books...perhaps it was their destiny... who read books, as suggested
by Agatha Christie?and she had loved the way Armaan lived...full of jest n fun.admired
him for that.
(to be contd.)
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