I Did Not Type Back

4:35 in the morning. Dark. Vinod bhaiya's auto is the only thing moving on our road. I carried two bags and the kurta cover down by myself. No one saw. That is the part I like.

I called Aarav in the cab. I always call him on the long rides to the hard rooms. I just need to hear one kind voice before I go be the smile for hire.

At the dhaba I checked my phone. There was a DM from Rohit. He is in Tara's group. He saw me host his cousin's wedding last year. He said he asked Tara's people to stop sending that haldi clip. He said aap best thi us raat.

I read it three times. I did not type back. I made a folder. I put it in.

Yaar, I do not know what to do with someone being kind to me on purpose. It feels too big. So I save it and close the phone and drink my chai.

Pata nahi. Maybe tomorrow I will say thank you. Or maybe I will never.