It felt so good to openly stare at her knowing that she realizes it too. We had some little pep talks and we realized that we both were from the same ...ometown. Wow, what a coincidence I thought. She asked me for my number. I didn’t hesitate to share. She gave a missed call and I saved her number.Things were good. We thought to catch up once we return back to Chennai. We boarded the bus at different stops (but very close). I don’t know but I just picked out my phone and asked her if she boarded. Maybe I am all wrong about what his peter would taste like. I wished I had a girlfriend I could talk to about this. But of course I would have to make out that it was a boyfriend and not my brother. I will keep the secret because I love Bobby and I don’t want anyone to think badly of us. I have to pee too.When I arrived in the kitchen I found Bobby had cooked bacon, eggs, and toast. “I was about to bring it up to you,” he said.“That’s okay. I would rather eat here,” I said and added, “Wow. The roommate was flying to her, to take her to the side of her love. She went eagerly to the airport. There she sat. For hours. Waiting for a plane that never landed. Eventually she drove home. She waited a few days, then she called the phone number of the authors house, hoping to get his roommate. It was nearly 2 in the morning, and imagine her surprise when instead of the roommate, a voice that sounded exactly like the voice of her love answered. What horror! He was in his own bed, but was. Saurav: Okay mom, no big deal. I can spend my time in the PG. See ya.Mom: Miss ya. Take care.*Call disconnected*I was disappointed. No more Delhi weather and no more Delhi food (at least for that month). I went back to my PG room, glancing at my train ticket that afternoon which read ‘Departure at 9:30 pm, Bangalore Central’. Reading that, I fell asleep.*Phone rings with a vibration and a loud ringtone*I get startled and woke up. It was mom.Saurav:: Hey mom, sup?Mom: Look darling, I know you.