She talks so much but is not even thirsty yet. She is not the same Zeenat I've met when I came into Chittagong.I like it, the way she could keep on talking. I don't think she would ever run out of topics.

. . .

She fits perfectly into my arms. She smells of sweat yet the smell is pleasing my nose. It's her smell.

What the fish is wrong with you dude!

I give my best to disinfect the foot that is injured because of me.

. . .

Everything about her has to be dramatic. Even the moment we became friends, she made sure it was dramatic.

This woman..

. . .

"Zaymaan you better report at 6a.m. Sharp. Otherwise I'd leave without you", Zeenat texted on whatsapp.

Yeah I have her number now. And tomorrow we have to leave for Cox's Bazar.

One message from mom. 22 messages from aunt.
I sigh as I look at my phone.
. . .

I woke up to Zeenat's shriek. I have no idea for how long she has been ringing the doorbell and calling out my name.

I check the time. 6: 25 a.m.

. . .

She was so mad at me, so was Boss and Tuli.

We hired a micro-bus. None of them remained mad at me after a while.

"It's so boring! why don't we sing?", suggested boss.

"Oh you should have heard Zaymaan singing. He sings really well. The other day I saw him playing his guitar while he sang", Zeenat says mischievously.

"So you were looking at me. Mmhm, naughty girl", I whisper in her ears.

"You wish", she says with a laugh and pushes me away.

Then we all sing together. And every time Zeenat sang...it felt like.. the voice of a chicken being strangled. I swear if she sang few minutes more, my ears would bleed.

. . .

It's been 2hours. Still halfway from Cox's Bazar when car breaks down.

"We would be late for the meeting if we wait", Boss said anxiously.

"But I couldn't find any micro bus nearby. I looked into it", said Tuli as she checked her phone, "but bikes are available".

Zeenat clapped her hands, "Fantastic! let's go for the bikes".

Boss and Tuli exchanged a look. A look full of fears.

. . .

Now I know what was that look about. Boss and Tuli left together in a blue bike, while I was left to ride behind Zeenat. I had to carry our backpacks. She rode like crazy.

"Zaymaan if you don't wanna get hurt, you better hold onto me. Tightly".

I hesitantly wrapped my hands around her waist. Few strands of her hair escaped through her helmet. More than few actually. She smelled of Jasmine today. She talked and laughed and at the same time fearlessly riding this bike in a high speed. I had to shut my eyes, tightly, every time she dodged the cars and buses. She wouldn't stop talking, when my grip got firmer and my fingers slightly dug into the fabric that parted my fingers and her stomach, she paused for a while before talking again.

On the either side of the road is green. Cows feeding onto the grass. Fields are divided into many portion with different crops in each portion.

A Bus came from the opposite direction. It came towards our direction. It was too late to dodge it, the road is too narrow. Zeenat turns the bike in an angle and we fly into the field with the bike,the next moment all I see is we are sitting on the pile of cow dung. Thankfully none of us are hurt.

She turns to me and looks at me nervously. Maybe she was afraid I'd be mad at her. But it was the opposite.

"Wow", I laughed at her. And then finally she laughed too.

"This is very annoying but trust me i've never landed this way from a bike", I say as I laugh, " You are an antique. You manage to do something like this..always".

Zeenat laughed harder.

. . .

We called boss and asked him to arrange another bike.

We got fresh and changed our clothes in a farmer's tiny house that stood in the middle of the field.

We sat on a bridge made of only two bamboo over a small pond. The water in the pond seemed knee length, or less.
We swung our legs in the air.

"Boss talked to them. They'd tow away this bike and bring another one".

Awkward silence.

"Oh", she finally says. She finishes her apple and throw away as far as she can into the pond, " The water seems good".

"Yeah", I say, grateful that we are at least talking about the water.

"Did you ever jump into a pond", she asks enthusiastically.

"No..", I say. Suddenly regretting sitting on this bridge with her, " I think we should go..", I start to get up.

"No!", she forces me to sit down, " We should try this. Let's jump into the pond!".

"Are you mad ? You are older than me, I am your responsibility..".

"Shut up! I am older than you and I obviously know we won't die in this much water".

I try to resist but she jumps into the pond grabbing my hand. We landed into the cold water, laughing hard.

This woman is MAD..

. . .

I rode the bike for the rest of our journey.

At evening we had a meeting with the other company's directors. After the meeting, Tuli went back to her room , Boss drank with the directors while Zeenat and I crept out of there.

Our hotel is by the beach so we take a stroll on the beach for a while. The wind stung our skin and the waves crashed onto our feet.

"So tell me your story", she says finally breaking the silence.

"I don't have one", I say.

"Okay", she says.

"Fine. If I tell you a bit about me, you have to do the same as well. Give and take. And of course, what happens in the Cox's Bazar stays in the Cox's Bazar".

"Deal!", she says immediately with an ear to ear smile.

. . .

She seems nothing like a woman in her thirties. But her sensibility reminds me she can't be under thirty.

Why does she leave everyone thinking about her?

I'd never tell her that at times I am curious about her.