Gaurav the writer#

It’s been almost half an hour sitting in a café and just gazing the menu card as if I am doing some research on it and ordering nothing. Steward hovered around twice to check whether I have made up my mind or mere passing the time occupying a crucial business space. However I assured him that I am expecting my girl friend and order once she is there. I am not sure how much I could convince him but at least assured him a future prospect. A little later she appeared in the café, with long pink frock, wearing light make up and mascara on eye lids. The more I saw her, the more I fell in love with her. At time I wonder why and how God made girls so beautiful. The conversation started with usual topic but a peculiar way. Girl: - “Sorry Gaurav, I am late you know the usual traffic jam. It took me almost two hours to reach here from Karol Bagh.” (The very first thing that gave me an alarming note was her apology. She never says sorry. More over I knew that she is lying, was it traffic or