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she acted in a method of grabbing from my hand.
    “Hahaha!!!!!...” I laughed.
    She opened it in no waste of time, poured down the chilled lemonade through her throat swallowing in with some crackling hiss. Within no time it’s brim reached the bottom of the lemonade bottle. I stood watching at her, shocked by the way she drank it. But that was the style and it was a cool fashion.
    “What....why you staring at me as stranger” she quirked.
    I giggled at first “That was cool” as we proceeded to move on.
    I handed her some chocolates.
    “ Well, that was the extreme thirst” she tells.
    My lemon drink still in its halfway to bottom.
    “How long do we have to walk to find a fucking restaurant in Mumbai” she shrilled hard on me. “It’s just few minutes more”.
    “Are you sure about it”.
    “Yeah!!!!!!!”. She came inch nearer to me as we walk by the lane.
    In every new precise sight she observes she clicked an image out of her camera. By now her reel must have been occupied completely. Whereas mine still had lots of space enough to take photographs. I held her hand with no hesitation, pushing the glass door of the restaurant. A man stood outside welcomed us before the entry. Inside, the effect of air condition shrilled my spines, walking along a long length carpet with the soft palm of Isha curled through my hand. We headed for the most silent location. An empty table laid at one corner.
    “So, here finally we are” I showered my voice softly at her.
    She took the seat. “Thanks” she smiled.
    I gently took the other one opposite which faced me towards her.
    “Now, you tell me what would you like to eat” I took a glance of the menu card.
    She read out some recipe “How about this so call Chicken Tandoori”.
    “Well, fine you should taste it”.
    “Then I would go with it” she grinned.
    She managed her belongings to keep aside safely. Even now I could see her Message in a Bottle out. I called for the waiter to place the order of our menu. The waiter penned our items in a small chit as I pointed out the recipe that needs to be served to us. While in the process of ordering, the only thought in my mind was, I shouldn’t make her feel uncomfortable at all with any sort of embarrassment. Neither I should falter at my words. She passed a dazzling smile. The waiter took our requirements and exits to his duties. She looked very fresh and calm. Her fragile beauty dominated the natural shine casting the day. So serene she looked, and I found myself lost out of words to describe her. Although I know nothing history about her, She trusted me like I am her Man, who was just seated facing at her. I shifted my subconscious preparing myself to ask her some genres of questions.
    “What’s wrong....are you lost somewhere” she jiggled out her enchanting voice.
    Before I could pull out certain queries about her she banged out me first with twisting verse of interruption.
    “No....I’m present here”. She smiled a little on my jerky reply.
    We were served with some initiation eatables consisting some crispy items, some added flavoured drinks and cold ice cream of each choices.
    She took a sip of the drink “I believe you’re lost in someone’s memory”.
    Yes, Indeed I was. The memories recapitulated, the place once where Anannya used to be was replace by Isha sitting calmly before me. I shook off my emotions for moment and those heavy piles of memories struggling hard to bring back the shades of excitement that was casting  on my face.
    “So, where was I ” with sort of perplexity in my eyes.
    “Hello, Mr. We are in a restaurant” Isha pointed her voice sharp at me.
    I paused for a while as I dirigible back and brought that replacement over me lashing my  previous image before her. I intently asked her to describe something about her.
    “So, now share me your mystified story that landed you here”.
    Her lips widened to shine a smile. “Hahaha!!!!...would you write or record my story if I reveal my