Although it snows rarely at  mid November , Paris encounters snow fall weather now..  It is neither icy cold nor opaque.. It is a kind of  virgin snow dusting..

And , all I wish is to enjoy this finest weather.. I fastened my steps to the nearby shop .. Hot chocolate and snow fall is actually my favourite combo..And, I am not going to miss this chance anyway..

     When I reached the shop , I met one of my students there..

" Hello.. Miss. Suman.. Good evening "

I smiled to his greetings.. " Good Evening Jack .."  I wished him back as we both walked to the counter..

Yes !

I work in a training institute to coach  one of the regional languages , Tamil.. Actually, it is not a  regional language but one can opt to pursue in their elementary as well as in  high school education.. 

Eventually , I teach Tamil in a training institute .. During my leisure time I learn my masters in business in a reputed University ...

Actually , that should be vice versa..!!!

 I sit near the french window where I can relish the  enthralling view of snow that is  drizzling like flakes.. Understanding my private space  , Jack  bid me  adieu..

Pressing the  slightly numbed lips , I fold my hands together to pray.. This has been a die hard habit of me which I was practising since my childhood..

What to do? I was born to a strict , conservative parents.. Moreover, offerings to God is good.. You know?

I  grab the heavenly  tall goblet ,  towered with layers of waffle  in  hot chocolate that topped up with a scoop of   RajBhog  ice cream that blended with all the nuts and saffron.. Yes , I have this weird combination  of  everything in my  Gene..

But , Don' t eat  this too often.. You may put on weight! If my mom  is here , definitely she won' t be allowing me either ..

" Sumo... When will you grow up? If  you become obese ,I swear no one will marry you..!!"

I cluck imagining my mom's template ... But , honestly who cares...

Lucky me ! I  am staying alone here!!

Huhhh!!! I can't wait anymore...

I scoop the ice cream portioning with the hot chocolate... stuffing it mouthful , I sigh...

  Splendid !!!!

Passing the whole twenty minutes to  treat my taste buds , I close my eyes to melt into the flavour that sits in my soul...

I will born again and again for this moment!!!!

I smile cheekily to understand my craziness...

That's all for today...!!

I get up , pulling up the fur coat until chin..  while I move to the lane , the road seems to be haunted...

Although fear hits a bit , my madness surges up surpassing the scare..

I stand at the side walk for a moment ...  Making it sure that no one is noticing me , I get ready to perform my childish act...

  I take in deep breath as much as I can... Holding the breath for few seconds , slowly  I let out the breath pursing my lips...

Clenching my eyes I enjoy the collision of my warm breath with the cold atmospheric  air...

  I repeat it twice.... Thrice.... Until I get convinced...

When I open my eyes , I jump back in shock to see him beside me...

He stands  beside me closing his eyes . His hands spread infront of my lips  as though he's getting all my warm breath without spilling even a pint..

Retreating , I hold my racing heartbeat... Sweat beads appear on my forehead though it's cold outside.. The deserted street makes me shiver inside...

Noticing his closed eyes ,  I trick to move back ...

The moment I move , he opens  his eyes and grins widely...

" Hai....!"

His smile is friendly ..

" Hai..!!!" I mumble back  while walking quick...

" I follow you from the shop... And , why do I think that you are my kind of person...?!"

He is more intelligent than I presume...!

I look him in a way that -  I don't care,  Where I continue to walk...

" Hello...  We are Indians who live in a foreign country... We are like relatives... If we don't help eachother  , then who will ?"

I nod wondering to his lengthy dialogue...  I can't move away  from his smart approach..  Moreover , he is right..  The real Patriot in me suggest that he isn't wrong.. 

  Letting out a deep sigh , I turn to him ... Smiling , I ask...

" How do you know that I am an Indian ?"

I ask in curiosity...

He take my side to walk with me , showing my nose pin...

Yes!!! I wear a nose pin..  a custom in my culture.. !!!

" I am sure that you're a South Indian... Your nose pin  is a typical south Indian pattern..."

I smile really good to his guess..  Accepting his guess to be right , I screw up my look at him..

He is an alpha male in appearance for sure..  His tall and muscular build competes equally with his smile.. Above all , he is in a blue jeans and a black shirt which I believe that every men will look good in...  I must confess , he's just awesome in Black..

  Why am I behaving weird?? Well , it's in my Gene!!!

" Okay... Why do you follow me...?"

I don't want to beat around the bush..  sometimes ,this jet fast relationship will turn the life upside down which is not  a good sign at all specially  for a girl...

He scoffs...." I don't follow you... I just saw you in the shop  .. while returning I got to see your _ paas aao  moment .."

"Paas aao moment?! " I shrink my brows..

 
" What ?! You don't know ...?! Close up commercial... ?"

I roll my eyes not understanding him...

He clucks ... Placing his hands  at his chin , he  blows  the air from his pouted lips...

Before I can react , he sings moving to the rhythm...

    
     Paas aao... Paas aao ....

            Paas aao Na

      Meri Saanson mein samaao

            Paas aao  Na...wo...

  I burst out into laughter... In my life time , I meet a person   who understands me quickly at the very first meeting...

    Fighting for breath , he extends his hand to me...

" Friends.. ?!"

I arch my brow...

" Don't you think that this is too fast?"

He chuckles..." Look... We are Indians...and , we live...."

" Stop... I got it "  I say hastily that I don't want to hear his lecture again... Though I feel that this is happening too fast , I just have to move with the situation as I shall know my limits..

" Sam... Pursuing degree in business..." Introducing myself , I shake his hands gently..

He reciprocates my handshake decently saying his name...

" Shravan... A software developer..."

Shravan...!!!!

The name goes a roller coaster ride around my nerves ... The name digs out reminiscence of my childhood...The name makes me enthusiastic which literally wakes up each cell in me!!!

 
"Divya akka...  I don't like this shravan at all...! Why you are standing at his side always...? "

" I hate you Shravan... I hate you the most..."

" Appa... Shravan pushed me...!!"

" Divya akka... Don't teach him Tamil.."

All my childhood memories come infront of me like a flash.. 

Those were the  fun-filled , happiest pages of my life book !!!

Standing at the middle of the street amidst the snowfall  with a stranger , who has become a new friend of me  just few minutes ago , I begin to roll to my past mentally...

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