“Hello. Yaar suno what are you doing abhi?”
“Hey nothing. I’m in my room reading a book. Why?”
“Yaar idher ajao lets order something. I’m bored and hungry.”
“Acha gimme five minutes, okay?”
I grabbed my phone, wallet and key, locked the room and walked over to the next room. He had left the door open for me and since it was always very informal between us, I just walked in. His two room mates were fast asleep so we decided to go over to my room because it had the extra sitting area and order the food.
“Two Chicken Cheese burgers and two cokes please. Room 101. Thank you.”
We made small conversations, laughed a little and fiddled with our phones until the room service guy arrived with our food. Though the food there was pathetic, we ordered it every night nonetheless. Anyways, the guy arrived with our food looking sleep deprived and slightly high. We paid him and he left without saying a word.
“I have always hated eating alone. And some of my not-to-be-remembered memories are of the times when I had to eat alone.” I said. “I know me too but sometimes its good like that. Loneliness can be a bliss sometimes you know.”
He had told me everything about himself earlier that night and the friendship between us changed in an unimaginable way. I can’t remember the last time I was able to talk my heart out in front of someone without thinking about being judged. We ate while making small conversations about current hot gossips in our social circles and our existing but hopeless love lives.
“Lets finish eating and go sit downstairs in the garden. Its kinda nice out there and I need to smoke too.” He said.
We left the plates outside my room and walked over to the garden. The hotel was deserted. Shady as we liked to call it. The view however was breathtaking. The night was unusually quiet and the moon was shinning proudly against the dark sky. We walked over to the far end of the garden and sat on the slightly damp grass. He lit a cigarette and we started to talk. It was one of those conversations where you confess, find something about yourself and get to know the other person all at the same time.
“WHAT?! WTF?! How did you know that?” He said, utterly shocked.
“I know. I’m very observant. And sometimes its very easy to see through some people”. I laughed.
“Haaan but phir bhy how? Its not like I don’t know you or something.”
“You know about me but you don’t know me.” I said and winked at him.
He looked so different under the moon light. Contend. Beautiful. Not the same person I met in the morning. It was as if he had removed an invisible mask and now he sat in front of me with all his expressions naked.
“You know what I mean, right? That something. Yaar I know it exists.” He said.
“I know. You know nothing can happen and there’s possibly no future but you still hold on to these hopeless shreds just because its so beautiful the way it is.”
We talked about all the things possible. Relations, life, families, society, social circles, men and mostly men.
“These men are chutiyaas, I tell you.” He said while lighting up his fourth cigarette.
“Pata hai yaar phir bhy kasam se. Itna frustrating hai yaar.”
“Frustrations ki tou baat hi na karo bhenchod khatam hokey nhy deti!”
And we burst out laughing on that.
We were still laughing when we heard Fajar ki azaan. “Hum kitney haram hain kasam se. Azaan ho ri hai hansna bandh kero.” He said between the fits of laughter. “Blasphemy ki hadd hain aap.” I said
Seclusion is such a bliss sometimes. Sitting there on the damp grass of a shady hotel while the world slept and was far beyond our concerns, I found joy after such a long, long time.
He helped me stand up and we walked back to our rooms leaving a night full of memories behind us.