Page 179 of One Indian Girl
‘Bye, Brijesh.’
‘You aren’t coming back to the hotel?’ he said as he turned to leave.
‘I will. I just want to watch these waves for a few more minutes,’ I said and looked into the horizon.
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Three months later
El Albergue Hotel,
Ollantaytambo, Peru
Isat in the café and sipped my coffee. The tiny blue trains to Machu Pichu came and went at regular intervals. I downloaded my trip photos from my phone into my laptop as a backup. My laptop flashed the date, 23 March, with a reminder saying ‘Message B’. It had been three months since the Goa fiasco. Despite the reminder I found it difficult to gather the courage to message him. I flipped through every picture from my trip to distract myself.
In the past month, I had started eastwards from London. I visited Berlin, Cairo, Beijing and Sydney before taking a flight to Lima in Peru, South America. From Lima I landed up in Ollantaytambo, or simply Ollantay, the base point to visit the famous ruins of Machu Pichu. I stayed at the historic and charming El Albergue hotel, located right at the mini train station that one uses to visit Machu Pichu.
One hour and two cappuccinos later, I took out my phone.
Radhika, just do it. What’s the worst that will happen?
I sent a WhatsApp message to Brijesh.
‘Hi.’
I waited for another half an hour, until the blue ticks appeared. He had read my message. He didn’t respond. My heart sank. This was all a bad idea anyway.
‘Hi. Wassup?’ he typed back a few minutes later.
‘Today would have been three months. Of our almost wedding anniversary,’ I replied.
He sent a smiley.
‘Sorry again,’ I replied.
‘Hey, all part of life. How are you doing?’
‘Good. Travelling. Took that trip I told you about.’
‘Round the world?’
‘Yes.’
‘Reached full circle yet?’
‘Almost. I still have two more flights to go.’
‘Cool. Where are you now?’
‘Peru. Came to see Machu Pichu.’
‘Nice.’
‘Where are you right now?’ I said.
‘At work. No such luck like you!’
‘Brijesh, I wanted to ask you something.’
