1. First Meet

*A restaurant in Kolkata...*

He typed the message he wanted to send and searched for the post-it note on which he received her number.

He was juggling his wallet, his bike keys and his phone. He panicked when he couldn't find the yellow post-it. He balanced the articles on one hand and reached behind to find the paper in his back pocket. As he tried to focus on the numbers scribbled on it, someone dashed into him. All the items in his hand fell to the ground including the stranger's possessions. He picked up what was his, including the yellow note. It looked crumpled compared to when he retrieved it. But there was a number on it, so it must be his note. He typed in the number and sent the message.

*Somewhere in Delhi...*

She received a message. It must be from her school friend in Kolkata. He was organizing a school reunion for the tenth year now and had insisted that she shouldn't miss this year at the least. Every year, she gave the excuse of studies and being abroad. She was in the country this year and Kolkata was only 5 hours away by air. So she accepted the invite and asked him to contact her through her Indian mobile number. The number itself belonged to her grandmother.

When she read the message, she was shocked. There was no way she would be the recipient of that message. It sounded like a breakup message. She felt sympathy towards the couple though she could not decide whose side she should take.

She replied.

I am afraid I am not the supposed recipient of this message. Please recheck the number.

She logged into her Facebook account and messaged on the event page asking for the confirmed date and venue for the reunion.

A while later, her Whatsapp notification beeped. It was from the unknown sender.

I am sorry. I must have sent to the wrong number. Thank you for letting me know. ~S

She stared at the three messages in the conversation. Who was wrong in that broken relationship? The boy or the girl? Was the sender the boy or the girl?

Her Mom called out to her. A friend of her father was visiting them so she spent the rest of the time with them.

In the night, she lied down in her room but picked up her phone once again. She opened the WhatsApp and the chat. The signature "~S" could be both male and female but somehow it made her feel something towards it. The tilde preceding the 'S' probably didn't mean anything, but the curves had caught her focus. It was most probably because she used the same signature when texting acquaintances. The sender was definitely feeling down as their significant other didn't meet them one last time.

The number showed online. It was too tempting for her to not say anything. So she typed.

Still waiting for the reply?

The notification was immediate.

The reply will never come. But I am hoping she still has my number and will contact. ~S

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This was the first part.

I don't mention their names until later but the characters are SwaSan.

This story is planned to be a novella. So it will be shorter than my fanfictions. Also, this is a rough draft of the story. So excuse any errors. Will get to them eventually.

Important: This part is dedicated to Harshada. I had pitched the story idea to her and we had our first lengthy chat at that time. Through that chat, I gained a friend whom I could relate to. I wish she recovers soon and is blessed with good health.

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