One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘Well, I have been thinking about it all day.’
Good, mister, at least it freaking matters. Go on, I said in my head as I continued to look at
him.
‘And while I am still working through my thoughts, I just wanted you to know that last night
was special for me. I can tell you, haven’t felt that way before.’
‘Oh,’ I said, my mouth open. I did not expect that. ‘Oh okay, well,’ I said and went into
clueless and silent bimbette mode. I looked at him with a blank face.
‘Yeah, it was tender and wonderful and touching and so many things,’ Neel said, moving his
hands around as he spoke.
‘That’s interesting,’ I said.
Okay, what kind of an idiotic response is that? Interesting? Like really, Radhika?
‘Interesting?’ he said, surprised at my stupid response.
‘I better go. See you later,’ I said. The driver opened my car door.
‘Sure,’ he said and waved at me. He looked pained at what would have seemed to him my
indifference. The car drove off the airport terminal. I noticed him continue looking at my car until he
went out of sight.
My car zipped along the highway as Hong Kong’s flickering skyscraper lights became visible
again.
Pretend it never happened, maybe that will mean it never did, I said to myself as the car
reached my home.