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cornering out to be 5:oopm. And we still yet to decide where should we proceed next. Our speed rushed faster as our steps began to grow wilder with excitement.
    “Let’s just do it, let’s go” Isha commanded intently.
    On her wish we followed to catch up a cab which would way us to Marine drive.
    “Have you ever been there” she asked.
    “No...not often, once in a blue moon”. She smiled.
    “For you it’s the first time” with huskiness in my voice.
    Our steps followed together through the footpath way. She looked very happy and contented. “Yes!! Of course my first time”.
    Her exclusive nature always thrilled me high.
    “Do you like Indian culture” I squinted.
    “Yes!! Surely I do”.
    We were heading on to a taxi stand. “By the way what do you study” she said dryly with sudden interest.
    “Oh!!! I study Engineering”.
    “Wow!! That’s cool”. She puts a gleam on her face.
    “You know I too wanted to become an Engineer and ended up in Medicine” with glee of regret on her face.
    “No..Its’ totally fine you’re absolutely cool being a Pharmacist”.
     
    The influence of crusty wind over the city of Mumbai prevailed. And She was walking alongside me. Her hair flared out freely with the swift blow of airy environment. And I could watch those hierarchy of smiles shimmering out from her at any instant. She obstructs me whenever she peeks her eyes at me for no reason. With the effect of airy surrounding the climate gradually began to cool down. As we walked on, with no intentions at all I squeezed more closer to her. I felt the necessity of an interior touch that was urgently growing between us. We were silent on our way. Skipping out many stalls which extended till no end. At the end we finally reached the taxi stand. There were nonstop cab servicing the day. The only thing on my mind which trembled me was, I had to return back the next day and I didn’t knew how long I have to spend more time with Isha. Although, I always expected her by my side everywhere we go.
    “So, we got to catch a taxi to Marine Drive” I snapped.
    “Yep!!!”.
    We hired a cab. I initiated to open the door for her. She percolated in and I gently pushed myself beside her. She rolled down the glass window that was kept closed and handed out her camera. She flashed out through the window of the moving cab.
    “That was a wonderful click” with the sense of applaud in my voice.
    “Thanks”.
    To make the inside atmosphere more charismatic I asked the Cab driver to tune us to a sweet music.
    “Hahahaha!!!!” she giggled as the music played on.
    “What happen”.
    “I have been hearing to this song since I was child”.
    “So, you like Indian Music”.
    “Of course, but particularly not this”.
    “Why not”.
    “Well, you know my Mom..she’s kind a very cultured primitive woman”.
    “That’s well enough”.
    “But me no way....She likes to listen to all these bullshits”.
    “And what about you”.
    “Aaaa!!  Do you listen to Mick Jagger”.
    “Nah!..not my choice”.
    “Exactly..you must be liking rapping”.
    “Yeah! I do”.
    “What about you then”.
    “I hate raps, chills with Pops and RnB” She said.
    Time was running out yet we were rushing out slowly. When the evening arrived, it was for sure the traffic schedule of Mumbai never tends to stop. We were stuck at one traffic zone. Obviously there were hundreds behind us waiting in a line for the red signal to disappear. From every corner directions horn blew in loud decibel, minimizing our tone suppressing to hear what each one said. I could see Isha voicing out and her movements of her lips. At most I could manage to sense out what she was clearing out from her mouth, which was almost mute to me. I just nodded my head with a sign of perplexed understanding. Finally the red signal turned green. When then all vehicle started to move, rushing like the race of formula one. Our cab took its way, and speeded up its gear. We were more than half on