It was drizzling as I emerged out of the store, and I suddenly remembered that she once asked me to have dessert from Monica's.
I had just finished shopping for clothes from Fab India in Sector 17, and was deciding if I should head home to Sector 16. But then I took out my phone and checked on Google maps that the bakery was just 3 kms away.
I decided to walk all the way.
And I walked. Thinking about her. About our drives across the town. About sitting in Casa Bella and having safari delight tea. About having poha at the Willow and then bumping into Rahul Datta. About listening to her favourite folk Punjabi songs, and for once not feeling the urge to play my own playlist.
I thought about all my sweet moments with her, when suddenly it started pouring. I zipped up my jacket and continued walking. Enjoying the rain, being carefree because the clothes I shopped for were in a waterproof bag.
I walked slowly. Observing the city. How delicately it moved along its path. It wasn't as aggressive as Delhi, or as fast paced as Mumbai. It was calm. As if I could stop a passerby and ask them about their favourite movie, and they might end up telling me about it. While the traffic lights would shine off the wet surface as cyclists would breeze past us on their way from one sector to another.
And thus lost in my thoughts about my times with her, and my times in Chandigarh, I eventually reached sector 8, and saw the same eateries I had visited with Dimple aunty, to have some great smoothies, and chicken tikkas.
And there at the corner was Monica's, and I wouldn't lie but I was half expecting her to be there, for we couldn't meet that evening since her parents were in town.
So I walked alone towards Monica's, while thinking about my friend, about the gift I bought for her the other day, still lying in my bag. Being drenched in rain, I walked ahead, only to stop outside the bakery.
I smiled again for I remembered the whole conversation with her, because when she asked me to visit Monica's, I told her, I would but only along with her.
So I didn't enter the bakery, because even though I wanted to have those desserts, I know they'd taste the best
Only in her company.