Gayatri- short story

That was a rainy Thursday night. The whole S.K.S apartments including watchman at officer’s colony, Annanagar was sleeping. Any normal person would do the same at 1:00 A.M. And Gayatri was still awake with wide-opened eyes and heart full of joy. The joy over flew through her mouth as a gentle smile. Her parents were sleeping then leaving Gayatri alone to enjoy. With the assistance of light-splitting night lamp, she was smiling at Rahul’s photograph. Rahul is of course smart enough to be enjoyed. The red colored T-shirt he wore went wonderfully with his fair skin. The T-shirt and why, even the hairstyle of Rahul is Gayathri’s selection. Gayathri miss Rahul too much; obviously he too. There was no one to ask her the reason for sudden joy at Thursday night. Had there been any, Gayathri would have easily told that she is going to meet Rahul the next evening. Unlike every day’s prayer “Let sun come late”, she looked at east for the dawn to come soon. She even hated why ‘second’ is so slow or why 60 minutes an hour, why not 30 or 20 minutes. She somehow with great difficulty passed the night.
Friday morning Gayathri was on wheels. She was smiling and hence her brushing was easier. She was dancing while bathing. She was smiling and doing funny things. Her mother asked, “hey gayu, what happened to you?”. Gayathri, “I’m very happy today mom”. “You have gone crazy”, replied mother.
She rushed to office in her new ‘scooty pep’. Gayathri is working in a software company in tidal park. Today traffic didn’t irritate her; hot sun didn’t trouble her. Gayathri was entirely in a different world. She can think only about Rahul and nothing else. She parked her vehicle and entered her office.
She was quick at work. Every ten minutes, her seeing the time went automatically. Her colleagues asked, “what happened to you gayathri?”. You haven’t taken lunch and you are thinking something else and laughing.” The reply for that also is a smile.
Gayathri is a programmer in the software company and she has joined the company only few months back. Professionally, she may be a software programmer, but most of the people she has met had thought her as a model. Five feet seven inches tall, fair skinned, beautiful gayathri is not just a female of 65 kgs. She is known for her intellect. She is solely responsible for the success of company’s latest project.
There sits gayathri in her cabin in front of a clock. As soon as it struck five, she got up. With fast steps of frequency higher than the normal, she reached her scooty in no time.
She missed her evening tea and just drove to Besant nagar beach. She had asked Rahul to come there only. Gayathri is first to reach the place. With lots of expectation hidden in her small eyes, Gayathri was tensed in waiting for Rahul. After ten minutes, a white colour “Indica” car passed near Gayathri and Rahul got down from the rear. Gayathri didn’t even notice who drove the vehicle, but was just looking at Rahul. He was wearing a dark blue T-shirt and khakis. That was Gayathri’s selection for his previous birthday.
In that evening, with that dress, Rahul looked even smarter. His smile never leaves him till he lives. He rushed towards Gayathri, embraced her and kissed her. Gayathri left no place in Rahul’s face for kissing. Suddenly, Rahul asked Gayathri, “ Why don’t we live together like before”. Gayathri’s smile became volatile. Tears gushed through her narrow eyes. With tears on her cheeks, Gayathri replied “dear son, after my divorce with your dad, court allows me to meet you only on Friday evening. What shall I do my love?”.