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I said and smiled. That was enough for my mother to sense that something was happening in my life about which she knew nothing and that was unacceptable to her.
    “What was her name?” She asked.
    Shit Man!

    I saw Rishi talking to a lady. But how could anyone talk to Rishi?
    I went a little closer to take a proper look at the person he was talking to. She looked familiar but I couldn’t recognize her. Rishi looked worried which made me run fast towards him. I quickly reached there and when Rishi noticed me standing behind him he said:
    “I am sorry dad!” I could see guilt in his eyes.

    It was 6 pm. My mom was chopping veggies for dinner while I was lying on the sofa recalling the market incident and it was making my blood gush to my cheeks.
    ‘Was she there for real? Or was it Rishi’s prank? No, we had shaken hands so she must have been there. I am so stupid; I could have asked her for her contact number! No, I think it would have been too fast, hell, what was I doing in my track pants? Fuck!! I should have been wearing jeans! She could have at least mentioned that she visited the same local market as us! Besides, I could have offered to help her carry her vegetable bag. I am a perfect dumbo born on this earth! Was my hair combed? I hadn t even combed my hair!’ Thousands of questions were whirling in my mind.
    “I suppose I asked you her name beta”, mom questioned me arching her eyebrows into perfect curves that could belong in a Nike advertisement. Trust me, every mom is very curious to know about her son’s personal life, and more importantly every woman on this earth is blessed with a quality of being suspicious and now I was her prey, and she had attacked me by asking the girl’s name.
    “She is a regular customer at my bank and that’s how we know each other.” I answered her question and rushed down to my room. I was sure a surprise package was there, waiting for me.
    “Hey Dad! You’ve come so early; did your mom not give you food because of my mom?” Rishi’s tonsils could be clearly seen from between holes as at the age of 10 he had started losing his milk teeth.
    “Your Mom? My Mom? What crap are you talking? Please be precise!” I had got an idea about what he was trying to say but I wanted to hear more about it directly from him.
    “Dad, don’t you think you mustn’t act smart in front of me, instead you should ask me to help you with what happened today? Don’t worry, I am your future son and I will help you. So from today, I will be assigning you a few errands which will help you meet my mom. From today we are embarking upon our mission. Wait, actually your mission of meeting my mom.” Rishi’s word MISSION actually sounded like a mission planned during an India Pakistan war. I nodded my head in agreement because now even I wanted my love to be with me.

Mission-1
    A girl always checks out a guy’s feet first. Your shoes and slippers are first noticed and judged. If they are proper, only then will she think of looking at you. Get a new pair of shoes tomorrow, so you will have informal wear to go for a perfect sporty look.

    A pretty good start to impress a girl! Now I would be going to shop for new shoes. Wow! I could not believe I was to be doing girly things like getting out to shop anything at any time. Then I heard my mom’s voice, as expected, calling me for dinner.
    “Puneet, Puneet.... Dinner is ready, have it first, tell whoever she is, not to disturb you, as at dinner time you prefer to be with your parents only,” mom’s voice was filled with apprehension.
    “Ma.” I exclaimed, while Rishi was playing hide and seek with the edge of his so called grand-mother’s saari.

Chapter 8
    Nothing is at rest.
And thus, there is a quest.
As I move ahead, something is left behind,
Either alive or dead.
    T he next day was a kind of Father’s Day Out for me and my first destination was ‘Footwear Shop’. There was nothing extraordinary about the shop, it was all normal