He ran his fingers through her hair,felt her lips and caressed her nape. His eyes remained focused for the rest of the flight.
It was 6 years since he had fallen in love with her.Everyday,every minute,every second of his existence belonged to her.
Finally that day had come,when he was going to meet her.See her,in person.It was surreal.
He had goose bumps the minute his flight landed in Mumbai International airport.
'You do look familiar - have I seen you somewhere?' the cabbie asked.
'No, not really, I don't frequent Mumbai much' he retorted.
'But this is not her house' he said.
'I know - but this is where the search begins' the cabbie smirked.
'No no,you don't understand,I don't need to search her - I know where she stays - so please take me there.'he said.
'What do you mean why- I've known her even before she came here'
'So , so that means she will meet me' he said emphatically.
'Oh - just last Tuesday, we met in a restaurant in New York, had dinner together.'
'Excuse me?'he said narrowing his eyebrows.
'Sulekha Khan is dead since 2001' the cabbie said.