The Phonecall

It was about 11 in night.

Kiku ko haath mein phone pkde aadhe ghnte se zyada ho gya tha, may be he was waiting for someone’s call aur may be he was going make a call actuallly he was expecting a call chehre par woh excitrment woh sharmili hasi sab kuch bayan kr rhi thi (use pta nhi tha ki yeh raat uski puri life change karne wali thi)

Aur expect krta bhi kyu nhi today he went on his first blind date and finally he got her cell number, excitement itni thi ki ruka jaa nhi rha tha bande se aur rukna bhi pad rha tha, so finally he broke the ice(silence) by dialing her number, with those shivering hands kuch pal k liye use dil ki dhadkan pure kamre mein mehsus ho rhi thi just like an echo, and suddenly pehli ring gyi.. for a moment kiku just skipped a heart beat and then teesri ring par usne call hi disconnect kr diya aur fir khud se baatein shuru krdi “woh bhi kar skti hai call” why would i call her? Khud ko normal krne ki nakaam koshish krne mein laga kiku apne phone bajte huye dekhta hai it was “kuki” on the phone darte darte usne call pick kiya a voice came over by the other side “haanji” call kiya tha? After half a min of awkward silence he replied 'haan shayad'. And then both started laughing like they know each other from decades. fir kya hona tha 11 bje mobile data off krke sone wala kiku us raat i mean subah ke 4:30 baje soya tha.

From this day that “Haanji” became constant in kiku’s life. “Haanji” jo zindagi mein kabhi na kabhi hum sabko hi sunne ki iccha krti hai.