He reached his host’s home before time, feeling a bit awkward. He saw Divya from far, she was dressed in a white, cotton Anarkali suit. Any dress would compliment her cute baby-face. She looked like an innocent young girl. So simple, far removed from the modern girls that he had been accustomed to seeing in the past few years of his life living in Delhi. He walked towards her, consciously taking care to replicate the gait and walk of a Model. He wanted to leave the best impression on her. He found her praying at the white marble temple, the exact location her grandfather had guided him to find her. …show more content…
Don’t you think , you are early?” She asked greeting him.
“No, not at all,” he replied. “No…. I mean, yeah, I have come... actually I …I thought …. Why? … You know ...,” he stammered. The conflict of his inner feelings writ large on his face.
Finally, he managed to say coherently but with hesitation, “Yes, I have come early.” He was afraid of any further questions from her.
She didn’t know , how I spent my time till 7 P.M. If it was in my hands I supposed to have everybody on dining table at sharp 10 am. (Not clear.... was he invited at 7 pm. The time factor is a bit