I was in hyderabad for 4 days and on each day i could experience the sweetness of the city.
Day 1 : At the CHARMINAR cross-roads, an auto stopped to the call of a signal beside mine. A family was inside and so was a girl all clad in a purdah except her eyes which met mine, the whole one minute at the signal. The eyes were so gripping I could hardly escape them. I continued staring and suddenly it struck me. She could see the whole of me but i couldnt. I felt naked. And in a few seconds the two autos sped away in perpendicular directions. But why was she looking at me though???
Day 2 : This was actually inspiring. I got the chance to witness the happiest couple ever with an excellent chemistry dining right in front of me in Eat Street, mocking teasing chatting fighting flirting and flouting each other in the utmost informal hyderabadi style. I sat silently listening and craving for one such moment in my life.
Day 3 : This time I had a " Kuch Kuch Hota Hai Zahid!!!! Tum nahi samjhoge " on a beautiful girl in salwaar kameez and a scarf all around her head who was laughing and biting nails watching the show in salaar jang museum. I looked at her for 10 long minutes before suddenly she vanished and i was again left........
Day 4 : My days in hyderabad came to an end. It was time to leave and my unconfirmed waitlisted train ticket converted to an RAC and i had to share my seat with another beautiful hyderabadi girl, decently dressed. something told me that we'd met before. I couldnt recall where when or how. But we had a lil conversation.
Her: You came to visit hyderabad?
Me : yeah, in a way....You belong here?
Her : yes, but what did you see here?
Me: Tank bund, Lumbini park, Sunday market, Salar jung museum and also...
Her: You din see charminar?
Me : I did...how did ya know?
Her : well, everyone does...must have cost you a lot on autos
Me: yes, but i took to bus ride mostly
Her: Hope you had a nice time
Me: I did...
(And then some regular questions like where r u going and who lives there....)
And that was the end...She got down at a stop before me but just before the train was about to depart she handed me a peice of paper that read:
'* Hi Zahid !!! You know one good thing about you... When you glance at women you dont stare at them, you look at them. Was nice to know you. hope we meet a third time too...*'
How did she know my name??..Ah the reservation chart. I rushed to see her name...umm...yes '#$(@'...such a sweet 4 letter name. And third time???? was this the second?? It dawned upon me...Was she the one I had one minute of eye contact on the first day. She was looking at me alright then. So was I. And that explains our conversation too....
Left stranded now with a peice of paper and the name of the its author and a city she once belonged......Hope we meet the third time, I wished.