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Still a STRANGER or a FRIEND...


The treasure hunt begins – He was giving me hints about who he was and I was replying completely wrong. After sometime the hint was “singing “.Yes he is a singer that reminded me a conversation between my friend & me pointing out at a guy who had really sung well last week when I was out of station which I ignored at that point of time.
Ok.. There I get him!!! So he is “Nandan Kumar” whom I gave a non-existing movie name for dumb charades to save Chocolates which was prize for correct guess.
There the conversation starts …There were days before I had noticed the same guy some evenings when I board bus who use to b odd 1 out. He is good looking and moreover we are from the same place. He had joined our company just a month before and he was  ...“Road Romeo” types. I was really happy to know somebody from the same place and the conversations went very easy from day 1.
Days went on Normal with a “Good Morning” in the morning and “Tadas” in evening J . The conversations in between were flirty and interesting too which was missing with anybody else. Must say his replies always impressed me. I use to laugh out loud reading his replies alone. There were days I was missing him for a chat but simultaneously always felt it was really a short time to trust him as a “Friend”. We use to get a glance of each other in café where I use to be for breakfast and he would be for his singing practice.
I never dare to talk to him neither he tried. I really get a scary feeling when I talk to stranger .

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