RAABTA

Running down the corridor at DU I bumped into this girl who fell over. My friends laughed as I apologized giving her a hand while she adjusted her glasses. Then she swept her hair from her face and our eyes met. It’s been four years. I was thinner and she was perhaps a bit plump. Those glasses were missing too. But that face was unforgettable. “Pratap?” “Ajabdeh?” We spoke in unison as our friends smiled confusedly. “You two know each other?” One guy asked a little amused. “Yes. She...” I nodded. “We...” She looked at me and paused. “were friends?” her friend asked. Were we? I didn’t know. Yet the only day I spent with her was the most memorable day I had in her city. “You are here for any courses?” I asked her. She shook her head. “The inter-college debate competition.” She smiled. “I am studying in Chandigarh.” “Oh, I see.” We started walking down the corridor, followed by our groups of friends. “So, I guess I have to go now, the debate is in an hour.” She smi