“What?? Are you crazy?” I exclaimed.
“Why ? What is so crazy about it?” he said.
“Listen, cyber café is a place meant for youngsters. You really can’t expect me to go there,” I said.
“Why not? Why can’t you go there? It’s just your mind block. What’s so unusual about it? And for that matter who has got time to even bother about you ? Don’t you miss our chats?” he asked.
“Yes I do,” I admitted.
“Then please log in to your Messenger at six in the evening,” he gave the final ultimatum and kept the phone down.
Oh God! This boy is going to make me do things which I don’t want to do, I thought. But in the evening, I found myself, walking towards a cyber café. The desire to be with Subba, outweighed all my apprehensions and hesitations. The place was full of youngsters. I felt odd but nonetheless it was exciting too, like a thrill felt by a child by doing something forbidden. As I signed in to my Messenger, I saw him online.
“Heyyyyyyy………I’m sooooo happy that you could make it!!!” an instant message popped up on my screen.
“I am happy too …but….” I replied.
“No ‘but’ please. You must do, what makes you happy. Don’t you know that my wise tortoise?” he typed.
“Yeah I know rabbit. But don’t forget that I belong to a different generation and our ideas are bound to differ,” I wrote.
“ No need to act an oldie. Because in the heart of your heart you know that inspite of your age, you belong to our generation. It’s our generation that you identify with. It’s said we are as old as we feel. So what’s wrong in accepting that you are still a teenager? Why do you keep reminding yourself your age? Be happy that you don’t feel and behave like an ‘aunty-ji. ”
“Hahahaha…no doubt that I don’t behave like an ‘aunty- ji’ but you definitely behave like an ‘uncle-ji’, always preaching me something or the other,” I laughed.
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