The Affair - Should I or Shoudn't I?

 It's seven past eleven in the evening. The metro is a great rush. People heading off to their respective destinations. As the peak hour to depart from offices and other institutions is going to end in a few minutes. There is constant honks of the four wheelers showing their frustration in the traffic. The two wheelers manages to create their own passageway between those cabs and trucks. It's dark as one can notice with the ticking of time. But here, amidst the city of lights and traffic, one can't even comprehend the beauty of the silent nights. A few labours, with pale faces, wearing their so called banyan-dhoti are heading home with their thellas. This is the country's culture. Here, people wakes up, work, earn and take their daily ration to their family so that they can survive the night without empty stomach. And then there's these Bade log (the rich ones) pampering their child with cleanliness and healthy foods. 

I somehow cross the busy road via the pavements. The footpaths are filled with the vendors, chaat houses, household used stuffs laid down by these really exhausted skinny salesman. Life's tough in my hometown where I don't earn a single rupee but I don't suffer. Life's tougher in the city where I do earn but suffer more.
I directly head to Rajesh Bhai's Chai Tapri, where I am a regular customer. Its a two minute walk from the place I stay. Sipping the rich milk tea with the gossips of life, politics and family, I really enjoy that particular time of the entire evening with Bhaiyya. Typing the whole day in my laptop with thousand searches of Thesaurus and Contents, I finally relax myself in that tiny wooden bench of the Tapri where atleast three person cam adjust with little cracking sound that fills up the atmosphere. One can understand that its an old one.
"Aur bhaiyya, kaisa raha aaj ka din?" (How was your day?)
"It's as usual Dada. During this time the pace of the customers increases, that's it. And yours?"
"Same Bhaiyya. Just work and listening to those tantrums of my kharus boss. But, whatever, your mast Chai lightens up my mood."
After these little chit chats, I start walking through the dark lane with a streetlight, which flickers, turning on and off rapidly, just like the life I am experiencing right now. All alone in the city since two years. The bald head with some annoying smile that my owner bear is getting on my nerves nowadays. All he matters is receiving his rent on time, as I am the only bachelor that he has given a shelter. The floor has two more flats. One, where a quite enthusiastic newly married couple resides. I share a common wall with them. Their late night kinky stuffs and moanings irritate me in the night. And the other, a family - husband,Mr.Sharma minding his own business while the wife always like peeping into the doors of the neighbors, curious enough to know what's going on in their life. Just the opposite. Sometimes I get confused with the sayings "Rab ne bana di jodi" as I witness the family. Moreover, they had a son always fighting with the colony boys.
And then there's me. No sound. No talk. No gossips. Just minding my fucking business...jotting down words after words the whole day either in office or in my isolated rented flat. The rest of them always giving me looks like I am some detective kinda guy who doesn't share things with people around.
Mrs. Sharma never lets her son talk to me, As she fears I might trick him to murder someone, or even hold him a packet of drugs.
Residing in the third floor isn't a great thing though as the building is completely old and the lift is as scary as the one from the movie "Pizza". The other two floors are also occupied. But since, I am the one always residing in my room or my office, I don't really care about anything, just a girl about two years older than me. We bang into each other sometimes in the lift. That's the only connection I have with her.
"The Liftmate". Sounds funny.
We writers always overthink about each people we meet, or analyze them minutely. Sometimes, we too end up giving nicknames. I chuckled.
I reach my flat. The couple has gone somewhere maybe, the door's locked. I am completely tired by now. I go to the bathroom to take a shower. I think a lot. Shower is the best place where I think and talk to myself. After half an hour I come out. I prepare a packet of Maggie, two eggs. Yeah, that's what a single guy, heartbroken, content writer whose family always call when they need money, has for his dinner. I turn on the AC. 24 it is! Perfect. I jump to the bed like a worn out log that need someone to talk to. I scroll through the friend requests of my Facebook account. Accepting someone and declining someone, randomly.
I am paid well though, my colleague Nitin always force me to buy a car. But why should I? I am not into automobiles. I like walking and traveling in the public transportation. That helps me more to get to know people, their intentions and thoughts.
It was almost 12.30 am. Still no sleep. I should do something about this insomnia. Do boys get really a victim of no sleep when their girlfriends run away with their best friends?
Moving on in life is necessary. I agree. But damn! It's more stressful when you have no one else to trust to in life. Just you. Whom to tell? Whom to share? Being a boy is really tough. Well, I am prepared enough to deal with situations tougher than this.

My phone buzzes. It's a new message.
The name read Arushi Roy. The message reads, "Hey, Never had an opportunity to know a content writer. Will you allow me?"
It brings me a smile. Okcupid really helps.
I ignore almost thousand "hi" and "hellos". But the way this girl is approaching, I like it.
She's a hair dresser in Stylo. The pictures are fine. A great smile though. But then again, I am lost in thoughts. Should I reply? If I do...a new story awaits me. If I don't, I will always end up the day with the same story.
Chances are like a yes or a no!
Damn this is risky!