The girl in pink

A girl in a pink salwar kurta walked in front of me. As tall as me, long hair, she was walking ahead with sure steps. She reminded me of someone. As usual, in such cases, it takes eons to realize who she reminds me of and by that time the name comes to mind – poof!, I have forgotten, why in the first place was I thinking of that person.

Anyway, there she was walking some 15-20 steps ahead of me.. Then, it hit me. Of course, she reminds me of P – a colleague in the place I earlier worked. Just a minute, she doesn’t remind me of her. It is HER! I was extremely sure – of course, it is her. (Pls note that all these conclusions were being made at the distance of about 20-30 feet.) She worked nearby, so it had to be P. Oh, P! I hadn’t met her since 3 years.. such a long time. Let me have fun. I took out my cell-phone, dialed her number and P picked the phone – and the girl in pink also picked up. No doubt left in my mind, that it indeed was P.

Conversation –
M: Hi P, where are you? Long time..
P: Hey.. yeah.. I am fine.. I am in the office yaar!
(I hear the sound of the wind blowing..)
M: You sure? Are you not walking towards X railway station, in a pink salwar-kurta?
P: No, I am not. I am not in pink today and where are you?
(I note a trace of suspicion in her voice.. Somehow it enforces my belief that it indeed is P and she is lying to me for some reason :P)
M: P – Don’t lie yaar, I can see you walking ahead of me and you are on the phone talking to me. Don’t take me for a fool. I can even hear the wind blowing. How can that be if you are in the office?
(Detective K at work, you see.. comes from reading too many mysteries.. That’s a title given to me by a friend – don’t even try to ask the reasons for the same)
P: Arey M, I am sitting in my office, right next to the pedestal fan. What is wrong with you! Wouldn’t I know where I am??
M: Jaane de P, I know it’s you – I will come upto you and then you will have to stop lying. See you in a minute.
And Detective K sprints ahead, bumping into somebody’s suitcase – hurting her knee.. ”Ow!” – Making a taxi break suddenly..”Krrrrrrrrr..”
.. and she is almost near P – when she notices..

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... The girl in pink is still talking on the phone.. (As you might have noticed, I stopped referring to her as P)

And there ends ~M~ a.k.a. Detective K’s super-confident discovery! ;-)

Yeah, it was someone else. I called up P and apologized to her. She laughed and she laughed.. and she laughed.. yeah, she couldn’t stop laughing.