Unfulfilled Desire

Point

s away from my home. As I lifted my hand to halt the auto rickshaw, the h

tly is he

ck my raised hand to stop the auto r

re?" As I stood outsid

t the window

ooked at me affectionately and

old me, I would have com

r. "How long have you been here?" I

at his watch, "

hour earlier. Harsh would not have had to wait as

hispered as I took hi

ars in college." He added affectionately, "

onded, firmly g

e eye on the road and one

away, without taking the

going home?"

he r

estion. "We're going to have dinner outside," he said sternly, "a

I inq

you want to have dinner outs

tude toward him was like, "How do y

s knows everything there is to know abou

e parking the car, I

the restaurant, and he handed me the menu card as we sat in a chair facing each other. When prompted to place an o

m, perplexed,

g there insisting on drinking cold coffee, so I assured you

you express, what you say, and what you don't say," he said. Even so, I remember: wha

ed as he stood in front of the ordered items

l acquainted with everyone in my office. He was familiar with every member of my team to the point where he could recognise them even if they passed in front of him, thanks i

hurried manner. "Did Rach

, as if my thievery had been d

esponded to his question. "Y.

ut Rachit these days? What exactly went wrong? When he notic

nded in a hushed tone. Rachit is now preoccupied with his

you that it's important," in an attempt to r

y face returned,

nematic tone, I added, "First and for

py-go-lucky person who needed to find a way to maintain that state of mind in the long r

e now or will you keep m

m my chair in the same dramatic ma

to use the restroom, and Harsh called the waiter

rom his chair and inquired as to wh

m the table, and walked out of the