1400 hours. I am not feeling that well and am still sleeping. Suddenly the phone rings.
She: Hello Rubal, yaar emergency ho gayi hai, college aa sakta hai? (indiscernible sounds of excited talk and laughter from behind)
Me (still feeling dizzy): Hello?
She: Abe Rubal, aa sakta hai kya? Jaldi.
Me (trying my best to sound awake and not irritated): Hi. This is not Rubal here.
She: Chaante padenge ab tere. Rubal nahi hai. Chupchaap aa jaa.
Me (trying my best to sound awake and irritated): Main Ashish bol raha hoon. Aap kaun?
She: bahut pitega tu. Itne chaante lagaungi na tere ki bas… Main Achhichh bol raha hoon. Huh. Abe bhool gaya. Hum saath the Crossroads me fashion show me. Main, tu, vaibhav, rahul.
Me (finding her too cute, attempts some humor): Tumhe chaante maarne hain maar lena par main Rubal nahi ‘Ashish’ bol raha hoon. Anyways, I know Rubal, whom you are talking about.
She (asking someone on her end): Oye, yeh Rubal ka number nahi hai kya? Shit.
She (to me): Sorry. Please aap mujhe uska number message kar sakte hain?
Girls!!! I tell you. I have been since then trying to remember what her name was. What do you say, should I call her back and ask when is our slap date? Lol.
Earlier in this series: The She Conundrum