Angad lost in his thoughts, roams around his palace-like mansion, recollecting every feature of the girl's face, every feeling he stored inside him.
brrrrrrrrrring
the phone rings jolting him out of his daydreams
Angad absently picks up the phone, half listening to whatever Mishti is saying, he imagines his "dreamgirl" sitting on the swings with her hair flying behind her or her in a garden of red roses that matches her rosy lips.
Mishti on the phone:toh mai kerahi thi, Angaddddd, tum sunrahe ho ke nahi?
Angad still dazed: haan sun raha hoon
Mishti. the irritation now apparent in her voice:tumhe aaj ho kya gaya hai, mai tumhe kabse batein karahi hoon aur tum ho ki..
kher jaane do, tumhe batha hain na ki mummy toh bas mere shaadi ko leke peeche hi padgayi hai
Angad confused: huh?
Mishti:tumse to baath karna hi bekaar hai aaj, mai tumhe kal canteen mai milthi hoon, okay
Angad:teek hai
Mishti: bye
with that she clicks off the phone

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It's now late at night. Angad lies down on his pillow, with his eyes wide open, flashes of the girl keep playing back and forth in his mind. He rolls over but still can't get himself to sleep, he tossed and turns but with no luck.