MORE PIYA- THREAD 2 - UPDATE pg 145 - Page 60

'I will tr-y to will-be-out-ate!' maan managed to mumble out. His heartbeat seems to go wild with each passing second. He have to see who is this voice exactly.
'I will-be-out to help y-Ou!'

Maan barely could speak. The restless heart showed it's true color. He have learned to ignore the fact that this heart can beat for someone. He have learned to show no care, show no love-but everything do have an end. His unconscious mind unknowingly took the control of his body. This body had only one aim-aim is to observe this face. Give an image to the voice. He pushed the chair back, where it smacked against the opposite wall. The body without a second to lose, charged towards the door. It took less than a second to exit the room. His old sandal and rough cloths barely had any time to fix. Maan pushed his chin up and his eyes observed the sign. He never looked around the airport or knew where are which gates. The airport is divided in to 4 sections, and to travel from one section to another it requires train, because traveling by foot, will take over 10 minutes.

'Ahh-" maan kicked the air. Brushing his hair back with two hand. 'I forgot to ask, which help desk!' frustratingly he kicked the air again.
Maan looked from one side to another. He ran back in to his small call office but it was useless. He knocked at the next door, wondering the call he received came from which section but they failed to answer.


Maan rushed out, it was odd, he have never done this for any helper, the conscious mind started to question his action. Why exactly he was running like a lunatic? Restless to see the face. However the unconscious part soon took control of his mind again. Pushed him to run towards the train station. He looked up on a big screen for times for the next train. Which help desk he should reach first.

Maan felt brainless in those second? It simply refuges to reply. Then without thinking he hoped in to the first train that came across and made his way towards A-terminal.




Geet waited impatiently. She scanned the big hall, replaced with new face & new luggage. One by one a new group started to come out, collecting there luggage and leaving again.
Geets heart beat rose further. She also could remember the voice only. Ringing in her head, however she started to ignore and concentrate on her lost luggage.

She looked at the individual again, and hesitatingly asked 'can you - call-him- again. Please!'
The woman looked at her once than picked the phone up to ring. It went to a different person in the call center & this time she remembered to mention which section she was calling from.
'I am at help desk, located at D-terminal. Can you please tell me, the flight that just arrived 50 minutes back, do they have any lost luggage? Can you call the people down there.'
'sure mam!'

Geet half smiled and looked down than turns around.


Maan jumped off the train in section A, only to find a gentleman at the help desk. And empty. His heart beat raised further.He is at the Wrong terminal.
The noise of the passing by train caught maans attention. He instantly turns around and charged towards the train. He just managed to catch it on time. He arrived at the wrong place again.
Only his heart knew the thumping noise. The thumping pain. Why there was a pain?
The emptiness was returning. The breathing increased. There are no reason that why should he worry... Than? Maan confusingly forced his thick sweaty hair back. The sweat crawled down his body like water. A patch of wet circle started to become visible. Maan knew well, he was dehydrating and any moment now, he was about to faint. But that barely was the matter. His problem was why the voice was hunting him.


Geet wondered around. Thinking what will happen if she failed to locate her bag. A vibration flowed by ring tone of her phone brought geet back to the reality.
It's no other than her sir! James.
'hello!' geet with a gloomy face spoke out. What new to expect from him.
'where are you?' James questions.
'still at the airport. I think I have lost the luggage!'

James rolled his eyes. He stood in his bathroom, wearing only a white towel around his waist. The milky skin showed no sign of color change. White top to bottom. His blue eyes gave out another twinkle in his face. James picked up his shaving razor and looked at the charge while talking to geet.
'have you complained?'
'yes!' geet depressingly replies.
'don't worry. Come back to the hotel, we will go shopping soon as you are back!'
Geet did not like that idea at all. There was no worry about her cloths, she was more worried about few photos of maan. Something she always keeps with her.
'I am not worried about my cloths. I am worried about something important that is in there.'
'hmm...'
'yea!'
'where is your passport?'
'in my hand bag. With me!'
'your purse?'
'with me!'
'and laptop?'
'with me!'
'than! Than what els can be more important then this?'
Geet rolled her eyes. What would he understand? He barely cares ... he barely knows how to love, how to wait for someone...
'I won't be back until I find the luggage. By'
Geet cuts the call and throws the phone in her bag. Irritated.