Originally posted by: Bluegrass
4. Where or When
Imlie needed to walk away from him; she just needed to breathe. Aisa lagta raha jaise woh hawaon mein hi ghul gaya ho. She strolled outside the hospital— to the chhole-kulche vendor. She knew it would piss him off that she was eating street food when Kakima had packed perfectly healthy and tasty food. But she found a little solace in this petty recalcitrance. And, gosh, did those kulche look extra succulent after a loooooooooooooong day of queasiness!
[It seemed as if he was dissolved in the very air around her— like dust particles.]
"Bhaiya ji, ee chhole ma aur nimboo aur mirchi daal dees, pleej," said a huffing Imlie as she breathlessly gobbled down kulcha after kulcha. She hoped she could swallow down her confusion with the tanginess of the food. To whom could she talk? Who knew about what had happened? She couldn't tell Rupi-didi or Sundar or Ma. Amma was recuperating from a kidnapping for godsakes! Daddah was not here. She couldn't talk to... him. Not him!
["Sir, add more chillies and lime juice to the chickpea-potato salsa, please "]
Babusaheb... He was the only one who knew. How could she face him! What will she say to him? He was unwell at that. She dialed up Aparna's number. "Ma, Babusaheb kaisen hai?" "— Wu Amma hospital ma hai na, hum ghar avat rahe, Amma ke discharge ke baad. Aap apan aur Babusaheb ka dhyaan rakhi pleej."
["Ma, how is Babusaheb? — Amma is admitted to the hospital, I will visit home once she's been discharged. Please take care of yourself and Babusaheb."]
Choking on the sweetness of the mineral water, she made her way back to... "Aryan, Ms. Dulari ke triglycerides levels 278 hai, don't worry, umar ke saath lazmi hai. Thode diet aur lifestyle changes ke baad control mein aa jayega. Ms. Meethi is perfectly fine apart from the blood pressure fluctuations due to the stress. I will refer both of them to a therapist and will write some meds for now." "Doctor, please get them the best possible therapist, and they must be well-versed in Hindi. My wi—employee, Imlie, is their daughter, she might need therapy as well. You should talk to her once she's back."
["Ms. Dulari's triglycerides levels are at 278; don't worry, it's expected with age."]
'Did he really have to take care of everyone and everything? Damned frustrating man!' What was she doing gawking at him from behind the blinds in the middle of a hospital? Did she have brain fever?
He saw her, in her blush-pink salwar-suit. Her few strands of her hair falling out of her French braid. Her tiny black bindi drawing all his attention again. She looked positively dishabilled. So fetch— she was gone again!
Shit! Shit! Shit! He saw her, she needed to go somewhere. Anywhere, anywhere.
Some things that happened for the first time
Seem to be happening again
And so it seems that we have met before
Aryan didn't know what to do. God, he'd be driven mad before the day was done. Should he wait or follow her like always?
Laughed before and loved before
But who knows where or when
But who knows where or when
https://youtube.com/watch?v=7xV3zuvqutI
And she ran and she ran and she ran through the hospital. To the cafeteria. There she bought three mugs of hot chocolate and drank another one.
And she walked, and she walked, and she walked back... to him.