At 7.30 in the morning we literally had nowhere to go as we had finished what we had come there for. So we decided to visit the nearest historic city, one that was famous for its caves. As luck may have it, we got the last two seats available for that particular trip on the day. It was only after an hour or so when we got down to have breakfast that I noticed that we should be punished. Simply because ignorantia figuris non excusat.
Two lovely ladies, whom I noted to be not older than 25 (a number which later stood corrected for being on the higher side), with striking coincidence in their fashion sense got down to have a breath of fresh air. Little did they realize that we were actually losing the same. At that moment I realized completely why women get their arms and legs waxed. Clear skin was obviously a turn on, more so with rays from the hot summer sun playing its part in increasing its effect and overdosing the place with beauty. Couple this with rayban coolers which fit them like green chillis and bajji batter (Weird comparison – I know. But still!), our salivary glands were working overtime.
At that very moment, Jessy (A proxy of course) comes up and sings (okay, more like asks) “Can u click a photograph for us?” I responded with a “Sure!” while I thought “Now I get an excuse to stare at them. Yes!”
The journey resumes. I now had a huge problem. Another 2 hours of travel to the caves but no way of noticing the girls. Reasons:
1. They were sitting behind us
2. The rear view mirror was focused on a Gult family (in the overstuffed middle row) debilitating a packet of murukku.
2 hours and 3 more requests for playing the role of a photographer to excited tourists I told my friend that it was time for introductions. My soft-spoken friend was shy and afraid of this possible (read dangerous) next step I was proposing. But it had to happen, surely. They responded to our curiosity and jollu with restrain at the beginning, limiting their responses to one or two words, posing an image of disinterest and introversion. But as time went by things started to look up for us. Well, Andhra meals at a crowded restaurant in the middle of nowhere might not mean a great deal but at the end of the trip we realized that they had taken more than 70% of the air time while we were nodding our heads silently acknowledging their views and opinions on Aloo Paratha to why they have come to believe that they now have a confirmed accommodation for any of their future trips to Chennai. But most of the time, I must admit, it was more about us admiring as well as appreciating two of God’s finest creations.
What we could have never imagined was that a trip thought about only the previous night and gone ahead with absolutely no planning would turn out into a wonderful day of sight-seeing and sight-seeing?
