CHAPTER III

I woke up to a rude knock on my door ,noticing the watch ,surprising myself of having slept this long through the day ,I rubbed sleep out of my eyes and opened up to see who it was to find a bell boy handing me a note, leaving the note besides my wallet ,I drew out a twenty note and handed him ,after which he left without a smile showing his open displeasure, I went to freshen up and came back to the task on hand, the note, all it said was “CNN IBN @ 10 AM”, whoever wrote it had confident strokes and the floral twists showed that a woman wrote the note.

Intrigued I checked my watch showing it was 9:50 AM ,I turned on the box , surfing to find CNN IBN ,all the while I felt like this morning another recession analysis by a female was not necessary ,I was sodden enough with enough of depressive analytical reports to last me until I found myself another post. The news reader just announced the next exclusive story about a human trafficking operation that had been unearthed ,and the main kingpin being a high level Political leader. When Pratk Patel passed on the oration to someone called Swarnisha ,I was almost out of the chair to get to call reception for some coffee. The moment I saw her I was numbed out of senses , thoughts ran through my head pushing me into comprehend whether it was really her ,trying to remember every feature of a different looking person , she was completely different from how I had her printed in my senses.

When I proved to myself that it was her ,I went to my phone going through the dialed list finding her number which was first on the list I dialed it as a zombie ,all through the three rings my senses seemed to have numbed to everything else around ,then her voice came on.”So you got my note”, as if by reflex I asked how she knew where to find me ,to which came a giggle.

CHAPTER II

I knew not when the voyeur in me woke up but constantly my eyes scanned her obscenely feasting her glistening skin in the highway light flowing in ,She turned up the audio to its maximum wattage bringing me to senses ,but not before I noticed a single anklet on her leg and I conceptualized a full vision of her being nothing but a high class call girl.

While I was judging her she has concluded my degradation through the look she gave me, embarssed enough I drew my senses back to the road, silence that could be cut with a knife filled the cramped cockpit of my car.

As if she knew ,I was uneasy she took her eyes off me and began to scan around the dash , finding my wallet and mobile on the dash ,she took the wallet without the hint of hesitation and began scanning through the contents until she came across stacked cards of mine a sojourn memoir of the once successful man ,showing it to me with a questioning look ,all I could do was and open up conversation by saying IT WAS ME ,and almost wanting to add before the dream shattered. Then a stunning smile came on which hooked me to her for an eternity. In a moment she had my mobile in her hand and began to pull her mobile from her purse .She stroked the keys of her mobile ringing mine immediately ,placing her phone on the dash she saved the number into my mobile , with the thought of losing the number in the lot of numbers I never did bother calling ,I drove through entering the city limits.

I dropped her somewhere in the middle of the city and booking myself into one of the hotels that could be afforded still. Caught between wanting to remember or wanting to forget I lost myself to sleep within no time.

CHAPTER 1

The night was husky, with moon peeking through clouds, in between brief recesses of rain. Highway that was soaked by rain seemed to be a halogen worm with the trailing traffic with their hi beams on. It seemed as if a page has been torn out of the old forgotten novella

About me nothing other than the obvious can be said that I am one of the drifters of life , who has been forced to take rake the broken IT dreams and drift around trying to find the next juncture, opening in the over burdened fast paced run to downfall. In simple sense I was the victim of my own obsessive attitude to take things for granted.

From the top paid person in the industry of advertising to the mere benched person in matter of two weeks, it happened before anyone can get the grasp of what happened, a empire built over trust through decades lay in shatters, leaving all but the guy responsible in ruins.

My name being Anvesh ,maybe like it means maybe I was meant to be a seeking the gist of life all through its paths and alleys ,never knowing what next turn will bring up or where the coming alley will take me to.

Noticing a Green road sign showing measures to four quizzical places I have not heard through time not letting anything other than its queer green glow affect me, I sped past it letting my thoughts drift off with the speed of the car.

As rain spattered over the windshield wipers trying hard to give a clear view to the hazy road, I tuned the tuner to a frequency where a non coherent voice was blaring out sarcastically at a point blank situation of having a bullet through his head. Not knowing why or when I swerved through next “u” skidding through a puddle ,All that went through my head was the need to find the one single marker I overshot ,eyes crazed to find it, when they did find it ,heart and car both caught the speed involuntarily ,with heartbeat seeming to be transmitting through the car’s audio ,I got the car on to a high gear and took another “u” ,speeding at a break neck pace the last quarter of mile .

“I knew you would come back” that’s what her look said, pure arrogance is what showed in the green of the neon. She stubbed out the last of rain soaked cigarette dumping her baggage in the back seat she climbed in to the passenger side without a hitch I got the car into gear and drove through the rain as if getting a no verbal command which passed more through her eyes than her lips.