Finally arrived the 25th day of the first month of 2008. Having kept busy with two exhaustive meetings Pritish was feeling a bit giddy. Kunal had already flown to Bangalore that afternoon. Stella sat thinking and reading her favourite Mells & Boons. The Ice Spice creative team kept doing what they enjoyed the most that is of doing nothing and hooked to chatting.
Pritish chose therefore to not make it to the office. The weekend syndrome was fast catching up. He called up Stella and informed of his absence from office. At around 6 p.m. Pritish bathed and shaved the little stubble that had developed on his face. Though he considered getting his hair trimmed a bit, he muted that thought and prepared himself for the party. He had to leave a little early to avoid getting stuck in the traffic. South Mumbai at least doesn’t boast the kind of traffic one gets to feel frustrated about. Besides travelling in his brand new Toyota Corolla to a suburb well explored in the past was much of a risk. Zooming his way through the broad roads, by lanes and the single slum flooded lane that led to the five star hotel Pritish finally was at peace at himself. The Grand Hyatt had been his favourite ever since he acquainted himself with the world of advertising. This is where he had met Nilanjana at a party and their romance had bloomed while dining at the China House restaurant. He had treated innumerable clients at the ‘M’ restaurant. But he was visiting this place after two years. In the mean time, he had preferred the Trident or the Taj over the Hyatt. His dress code being quite identical, he was approached by a concierge and led to The Courtyard which is located exactly behind the main reception zone. The artificial waterfall was well lit and the cone shaped structure was decorated with chilly lights which made it seem livelier. Pritish remembered how Nilanjana had demanded that their reception party be held at this place. A wind of memories swiped over his mind. Nilanjana was no more with him but her thoughts had never left him. He might have bedded budding Bollywood beauties, understudy theatre artists and eager-to-debut-on-the-ramp models but Nilanjana or her thoughts could never be substituted or replaced. She was desirable and addictively beautiful. Over the years while Pritish got busy with Ice Spice Nilanjana had started feeling ignored. They set up a model supplying agency Glam Sham to save their marriage. But things never got even. Lastly Nilanjana fell for a budding male model, bedded him secretly and deserted Pritish in the middle of a night. Pritish had gone as far as Delhi to look out for her but she was nowhere to be found. At her home town in Kolkata her parents shunned Pritish by slamming the door on his face but Nilanjana was still untraceable. Over a time she disappeared like a mystery in the events of time. Pritish was lost in Nilanjana’s thoughts when he was interrupted by a pat on his back.
Pritish chose therefore to not make it to the office. The weekend syndrome was fast catching up. He called up Stella and informed of his absence from office. At around 6 p.m. Pritish bathed and shaved the little stubble that had developed on his face. Though he considered getting his hair trimmed a bit, he muted that thought and prepared himself for the party. He had to leave a little early to avoid getting stuck in the traffic. South Mumbai at least doesn’t boast the kind of traffic one gets to feel frustrated about. Besides travelling in his brand new Toyota Corolla to a suburb well explored in the past was much of a risk. Zooming his way through the broad roads, by lanes and the single slum flooded lane that led to the five star hotel Pritish finally was at peace at himself. The Grand Hyatt had been his favourite ever since he acquainted himself with the world of advertising. This is where he had met Nilanjana at a party and their romance had bloomed while dining at the China House restaurant. He had treated innumerable clients at the ‘M’ restaurant. But he was visiting this place after two years. In the mean time, he had preferred the Trident or the Taj over the Hyatt. His dress code being quite identical, he was approached by a concierge and led to The Courtyard which is located exactly behind the main reception zone. The artificial waterfall was well lit and the cone shaped structure was decorated with chilly lights which made it seem livelier. Pritish remembered how Nilanjana had demanded that their reception party be held at this place. A wind of memories swiped over his mind. Nilanjana was no more with him but her thoughts had never left him. He might have bedded budding Bollywood beauties, understudy theatre artists and eager-to-debut-on-the-ramp models but Nilanjana or her thoughts could never be substituted or replaced. She was desirable and addictively beautiful. Over the years while Pritish got busy with Ice Spice Nilanjana had started feeling ignored. They set up a model supplying agency Glam Sham to save their marriage. But things never got even. Lastly Nilanjana fell for a budding male model, bedded him secretly and deserted Pritish in the middle of a night. Pritish had gone as far as Delhi to look out for her but she was nowhere to be found. At her home town in Kolkata her parents shunned Pritish by slamming the door on his face but Nilanjana was still untraceable. Over a time she disappeared like a mystery in the events of time. Pritish was lost in Nilanjana’s thoughts when he was interrupted by a pat on his back.
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