There is always some madness in love.  

CHAPTER: 7

ARVIND POV:

"Oh, come on, Arvind! It's already late. We need to go to the Bus stand", yelled Mrudula(my sister). We were getting late.

Sister is going back to Bangalore. I made the booking for her 2 days ago. I dropped her at the bus stand. Luckily, the bus was delayed by ten minutes. Thanks to the Hyderabad traffic. It is of sure help at such times.

"Arvind !!! "

"Hmm..."

"Take this money," saying so, she gave me 5000 bucks.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Take it na... It will be useful when you require money".

She treats me like a child, even at this point. She adores me so much. I couldn't say a NO

"You are coming to Bangalore... Right ?"

Frankly speaking, I haven't decided upon my choices yet. However, since I didn't want to disappoint her before the journey, I gave her a positive affirmation.

Our bus came in a few minutes, and we bid farewell. It was a nostalgic moment for me. Not just this time, but every time I see her going away, I feel alone. Blood-related sentiments, you see.

I went home. Sis had prepared my favorite curries before she left. She tucked the entire fridge with food and left. A tear started to brim in my eyes, thinking of her.

Finishing my dinner, I called it a day.

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ARVIND HOUSE: MORNING

The continuous ringing of the doorbell woke me up from my deep slumber. I knew who it would be. It's our maid Lalitha didi. Only she does this continuous ringing of the doorbell.

Lalitha didi's family once lived a wealthy life, but due to some business pitfalls, their lives turned upside down. She must be in her 45's. She is very punctual and a trust, worthy person. We always respect her for that. She comes in the morning and evening twice in a day to prepare food and clean our house. She has been working for us for the past 12 years and has become an integral part of our family.

"When did you come from the village of didi ?"I enquired, seeing her after a week.

"Yesterday night," she replied.

I was still drowsy, and without prolonging my conversation, I went off to get some sleep yet again.

"Hey, Arvind, I prepared Idly for breakfast. Why don't you come and have it?" Lalitha didi's voice woke me up.

Idly would be exceptionally delicious when it's served hot. But, if it cools down, trust me, they are worse than the bitterest medicine. I hopped from my bed, had a brush, and had hot... hot ... Idly with yummy coconut chutney and mouth-watering sambar. I relished every bite I gulped in.

While I am relishing my yummy breakfast, I noticed Lalitha didi's gloomy look. I thought something was wrong.

So, I asked her, "Is there any problem, didi? You look so dull."

"Nothing," she said in a calm tone.

Maybe, she doesn't like to tell. I preferred not to ask further.

"Lunch preparations are done. I am leaving now," she said and packed her things.

"Ok, didi."

Later I got ready and reached our familiar spot, where Sunil was waiting already.

"Arvind, I got an idea. Why don't we check all the 8 girls on Facebook?"

I promptly said to go ahead without wasting any more time.

We began checking their Facebook profiles by using their names and telephone numbers. It was a futile search.

Out of 8 girls, we found 4 profile pics of their own. Obviously, my love wasn't found in any of those pics.

Thus, our search is finally reaching an end. Now we are left with only 4 more girls to scan with their addresses and find my angel in this Hyderabad city.

"Now it's time to finally find your angel bro..." he winked at me.

We both laughed at our heart loud.

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We spent two days to look into those 4 girls' addresses. Out of the four, two had already been dismissed. Now it's the turn of the 3rd one to filter out or finalize.

The 3rd girl's address is in a four-storeyed apartment in which their home is situated in the 4th-floor, door number 401.

Sunil and I are already waiting near the apartment. The time is 8:00 a.m.

"Bro... You see the balcony face, and I shall see the entrance side", Sunil said.

He had a point. We need not wait until she comes out of the house. We can conclude if we could see the girl on the balcony... So, I obliged.

The balcony is huge, with around 10 to 12 hanging plant pots and a hanging chair to rest on. A few minutes later, we noticed some people wandering around watching us suspiciously. So, I acted as if I was talking over the phone. In between, I fixed my eyes on the 4th-floor balcony.

I suddenly happened to see someone in the balcony. I tried to see her, but the hanging pots in the balcony blocked my view. She was dressed in red Salwar Kameez. She sat in the hanging chair and placed a bowl on the balcony wall. I am so desperate to see her face. She tied her hair in a knot and swayed lightly to the wind. She made peculiar sounds and went inside. I didn't understand what's her motto. Later, I realized that it was a call for the pigeons as they began to hover around her balcony and ate the grains from the bowl that was placed on the wall.

I missed a chance to look at her face. I felt a little down for not able to see her.

Suddenly, as if the gods had heard my woes, I saw her yet again in the balcony. But, this young lady is with free hair and wearing a white Salwar Kameez. Probably two people are living in that house, I thought to myself.

This girl started to water the hanging pots. I could see her spectacles with a semi-rimless frame and rectangular shape lens, which made me a little more curious. My heart started to thump more to get a full glance at her.

And, finally, I saw her face, Hurray! She is the one. That's my angel. I quickly made a call to Sunil.

"Look at my love, bro," I said in glee, pointing my index finger towards the balcony.

" Awe... Bro, she looks awesome,"Sunil responded.

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