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hissed her breath. She pulled out something inside of her hand bag. An object perhaps wrapped in gifted paper. She throws a glimpse of it to me.
    “What’s this” .
    “It’s a marble statue of Jesus Christ. Thought of gifting it to a Father, but unfortunately he’s no more” her voice in depth sorrow.
    “That’s really sad” with an endorsement of sympathy.
    “But, I would like to visit his church in Goa before I leave this country. There I’ll hand over this to his successor”.
     
    The contractor called out from the front line.
    “Sir, your station has arrived. We won’t be stopping the next”.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Two
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    Finally, we would set ourselves free from this old generations. We got off from the bus. It was just fifteen minutes that elapsed away since we came from the Bassien Fort view. We stood waiting there for a while, until the bus left us for their respective destination. As the bus accelerated to move on leaving us behind, we both headed our steps wherever it took us.
    “Mr. By the way where are you taking me” Isha inquired.
    I remained silent a while. We were stuck by the traffic. The zebra crossing few distance ahead of us. All we needed was to put our steps together along the line of zebra crossing to reach the other side of the road. We both proceeded towards it.
    “Are you hungry” I asked her intently.
    “Yeah! Since morning”
    We walk along the footpath that led us to the Zebra crossing. We reached the spot, waiting for a silence of traffic.....of course the red signal for major safety. Few seconds later, the red light glowed and we hurried to walk fast. Along the line of crossing there were many passersby ,some coming from front, some joining along with us.
    “Omg!!! This city is overcrowded” Isha incorporates her voice along with those crowds.
    I couldn’t amplify my attention to hear what she had said due to the over buzz of car’s horn blowing from all direction. All I was concern about her. With no flick of judgement and thought I held her hand through my right hand to handle her safely. She followed me with no intention of rejections. I could feel her soft palm, and the warmness in her hand as our steps directed on. Lastly, we reached the other side of the road.
    “What would you like to have Miss beautiful” I asked her in my most tender way.
    “What......What did you just call me??” she flickered.
    We were still walking on, not knowing where should we enter. In fact, our conversations holding on to get deeper and deeper.
    “I said Miss beautiful” I squirmed.
    “Are you flirting with me young guy” she charmed her face with a smile.
    “No I guess not”
    “Now take me to any restaurant. My stomach aching to taste Indian Spice”.
     
     
    The sunny day has penalised both of us. It seemed that the part of our body that needed the most assurance finally started to response and most of all our throat running dry.
    “I’m feeling thirsty, my throat burning out of heat” Isha squinted.
    We were yet to halt, searching for the best restaurant that I could sort out.
    “Wait here” I shrugged
    . She stood waited, as I walked off to a small shop that laid around the street corner. I ordered two lemonade bottle, of course chilled ones with the addition of straw for free. Some chocolates, I asked the shopkeeper to make a parcel of all. Nothing cost it much but within 100 bucks it wrapped. She looked very tired, I could watch her as I forwarded my steps back to her. “Wow!...finally my throat will be quenched” She jiggled as my steps intently came closer to her. She held her camera again, placed her eye on the aperture and flashed the light. This is the second time she clicked a picture of mine. Indeed I looked odd, which I knew but remained incurious about it.
    “Give me quick, the lemonade” She flushed intensely.
    She didn’t wait for me to hand it for her, instead