
I noticed the big buildings and dusty smoke from nearby railway tracks. It was probably Ahmedabad. I checked my Google Maps, it shows Kalupur Railway Station, Ahmedabad. Train slowed down, the little gentle pushed to all the passengers sitting inside the train, probably train was changing it’s track. I peeped beneath window, I noticed Muslim Chants, probably it was the time of Namaaz to all muslim people. I Found someone saying,
“Platform-4 par j che” I couldn’t understand what they spoke, as also throughout the journey when my train entered into Gujarat State, I found all the conversations as a bouncer. As Coimbatore- Porbandar Express, started entering into Kalupur Railway Station. Being hype, I was finally reaching at his destination, far away from 1400 Kms from my home. Thanks to technology we have been connected. Being restless, I asked a fellow passenger, “Is this kalupur railway station only?” “Yes” an aunty probably told me while she was busy making her little son to convince to wear shoes. I smiled at this cute little gesture. Checking my bag, I started wearing my sandal. I checked my belongings and my dressing. As train being stopped, I joint to a queue for my much awaited destination.
Train Stopped.
I drag my wheels bag towards north side where people were heading. I want to message him and tell him that I am finally here, crossing from East India to West India just to see him. *Goosebumps*. I was tired from last over-night journey, I couldn’t sleep in train due to fear of thieves and also being girl you might be knowing my problem about my comfortableness and those long stares. I was tired yet excited, I sat on the bench , I noticed above the train it displays A-2 of Coimbatore- Porbandar Express. A Strong Horn baffled me, train started moving slowly gradually with smoke in air. I can see the smoke in dim lights of air. Soon train flew away and platform was yet again empty. I noticed that there were more 5 more platforms in front of me. I didn’t knew Ahmedabad is having so much of platforms, Oops, he told me once when he went there to pick her sister. I opened my water-bottle and started drinking water and meanwhile my phone buzzed. It was him, only.
His message was
“You know! I am going to have your South-Indian dosas today at sankalp restaurant. Haha See I can even get your food items here also.”
I smiled, precisely I blushed. It’s like every time I get something funny from him I get blushed. He still types whole sentence instead of using short forms. How would I tell you that I am in your city waiting eagerly to meet you and see you. I trust Instagram so much that, I am thinking that you would be looking same like photos in real. I walked again to north side just like when people were going when train dropped us here. I found a board saying
“Platform 5–6 Left side sign and Platform (Exit) & platform 1,2,3”
I picked up my bag, and started walking toward exit, coming out of the railway station, I found rickshaw drivers asking me in there language about where I wants to go. I stand aside on the right side of my exit near ICICI bank ATM. I booked a cab, within fractions of seconds I got call from unknown number,
“Kya Ubha cho?” He asked me.
“Sorry! Hindi mein boliye pata nahi chala” . With his broken hindi he asked me about where I was standing.
I have already booked hotels near his house. Once seated in, I asked him
“How You came so early despite of showing your location 1 kms far from here?”
“Madam’ Yaha sab kuch chalta hai, Galat hai yeh MASSSHINE (Pronounced as MACHINE)”.
I laughed. There’s something weird about these gujaratis, even he was also gujarati and I found something funny here.”
I noticed that here in ahmedabad people making horn as there habit, even when traffic is stuck, still people blow horns thinking that it will move traffic. Somehow my cab took 20 long minutes to make a U-Turn. I closed the window of my back seat and started listening to the radio which was playing inside Cab. I don’t know but in an unknown city of Gujaratis I felt safe. Coming over here for the first time I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I noticed on blue screen inside music player of my cab it says, 93.5 RED FM. He spoke something in gujarati and he laughed at his own joke, then there was a song of Arijit Singh. Oh My goodness. I closed my eyes without fearing about my cabs where he will take me, brushing all those thoughts I sit back and relaxed my neck. I felt tired, yet I am excited.
I called my dad
“Hello ! Dad I reached here , meanwhile in cab, heading towards Hotel. Tell to Amma also.”
“Ok ! Beta, once reaching hotel please text me.”
“Ok dad don’t worry. Love you”
I disconnected my call and rested my neck with moving my both eyes on window. People here are not giving damn about there traffic, while in our Vizag people don’t cross the zebra crossing while here people are standing here on zebra crossing with there respective vehicles. I saw the narrow lanes with shops of bakery in a row, one of them named was Taj Bakery since 1944. While riding to hotel back I saw, famous huge gate inside it vehicles were waiting for traffic signal to open. Out of curiosity I asked my cab driver
“What is this gate called?”
“This is Prem-Darwaja(Darwaza).”
I smiled, even you might be knowing it because the good vibes of love is all here, I Found Prem Darwaza imaging he will be proposing here.
“But now no one comes here to see, as it is lost his uniquness people here had made it useless, see pointing towards the Prem Darwaza , vehicles have been parkes inside and cows and dogs are resting having a shelter. This goverment does not do anything madamji” he spoke a bit of broken hindi yet I found it interesting. yes I have heard about Gujjus, they are indeed warm hearted. I reached my destination my hotel Lemon Tree. I paid my cab driver and in response he greeted with smile. I took a selfie with him. He smiled with his puppy face. My habits of taking selfies is driving me crazy. I still haven’t taken a selfie with the one whom I desperately wanted to from last one year.
“Shashikala Srinivas” I told my name on reception desk.
A lady in mid 3o greeted me.
“Hello Ma’am! Room no 143, Second floor.”
I took my key and started walking with wheely bag.
While standing waiting for the lift, I noticed the key chain of my key, it says Lemon Tree on on side with yellow background on it and on other side, it says “Lucky ! 143, may someone will propose you.”
Oh my goodness, it’s not been 2 hours completely and the city of him is already giving me everything again *goosebumps*.
What if God is planning my story as a movie plot, all vibes till now makes me fall towards him again, Arijit Songs, Prem Darwaza, 143 Room No, everything or maybe I am so mad in love with him that I am taking as it is. I gazed out of all this lovely thoughts I entered into my Room No 143. :)
