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‘He should ‘ve called. Where is he?’ Neena sauntered in.

I watched with amusement. It was fun sharing my life with this differently wired girl. If you looked beneath the surface..she was very mature. A genius at times. But those times were far and between. Generally she was her scatterbrained self ..she had a very different take on ..everything.

She was still fumbling with her cell phone.

I had to change the topic.

‘You know sometimes I feel sad for Jennifer Aniston. You are cute. You are a star. Fame, Glamour , Money. You get Brad Pitt. You even get married to Brad Pitt for seven years and WHAM! Angelina Jolie happens.’

‘I know.Boom Boom Anjie’s baby production and gathering company gets incorporated!’ She was now involved.

'She has good hair'. I added

‘Genetically superior and intelligent. Jenny doesn’t want to be there..she’d rather be cute..all her life..cute like a button..like Meg Rayan.’ Simply Neena. She knew everything and everybody. I got her started and now I had to keep the ball rolling.

‘Our Priety Zinta.’ I said. Sheethansh was obviously busy somewhere.

‘Zinta has brains. She isn’t sexy.’

‘She is sexy. In her own way. ‘

‘She’s not. She is just a levelheaded cute chick . Sexy..Minisha Lamba is sexy..Katrina is sexy..’

Ness will be offended..

‘You know she did copy Lindsay Lohan’s style .Lindsay is on her own trip these days. Hardly dresses well. ..’ She stared back at her watch.

‘He didn’t call me!’

Right. More drama I thought..She looked at me blankly.

‘It is Valentine’s day and he didn’t call me.’

‘Does that tell you something Einstein? He’s not your Valentine.Why are you wasting your time on him?’ I had comfortably positioned myself to grill her.

‘Because there is time. There is him. And there is no other him. Correction. No other -him-like -him.’

‘Sheeth is alive. Sheeth keeps me alive.’ She was insane.

‘So. Where is he? Your oxygen cylinder. With someone more alive I guess.’ I pushed.

‘May be. May be not.’ She continued dramatically, “The brave may not live forever- but the cautious do not live at all !”

‘He said this?’

No, Sir Richard Branson told me this.’ She picked up the newspaper and handed it over to me.

Hmm..the headline was screaming it- But the cautious do not live at all. I looked at Sir Richard’s interview and his picture.

‘Yeah .He’s alive too. Want me to get his number? He has eight billion dollar companies in eight sectors.’ I asked.

‘Suit yourself. You could do with an oxygen cylinder yourself. I have mine.’ She was calm and distant. ‘I need a coffee. You?’

‘Yeah’..

I saw her jumping off the bed and disappearing into the kitchen.. She was cute. Her grey cells were just too weird ..

It all seemed settled. For now.