?Who is Dibya to him? Arun did not know the answer if he were to be honest to himself. Tara ke bichar aayera ho he said ?Will tell you later, hunchha?? He heard Dibya giggle. Arun now was much refreshed. ?Ani, when are you going to meet me?? She playfully asked. ?What for?? Arun was getting smarter as well. ? Keep guessing??? Sweet voice responded. Arun was still trying to find words to say?Dibya asked ?How long are you going to stay this time?? ?I don?t know? Arun replied. ?Then who does?? She asked. ?Can?t you talk without asking questions? Purano rog ajhai chha?? Hasdai Arun le sodhyo. ?You are the one who just asked me a question.? Dibya shot back. Arun, of course, could not see her but if he did he knew how exactly Dibya was smiling on the other side. ?Ok, Write my number? She said. ?I know your number? ?Really? What is it then?? ?It is in my wallet? Arun once had her number in his wallet but that wallet was long gone. Did not know if he copied her number to his PDA. He thought he did. He picked up his PDA, and searched for her number. There it was?. still there, surprisingly. ?What are you carrying my number for? When was the last time you called me?? ?Perhaps, three years ago? Arun thought but did not say anything. Arun read her phone number and asked ?Is this not your number? Now, what do you say?? ?I say NO, that is not my number? She replied. ?Kina number change bhayo?? Arun asked. ?haina, tyo ta mero maiti ko number?Do you want to talk with my parents? It?s kind of late for that Arun? Misri jasto haso thyo Dibyako. ?Ok, write my number? This time she almost ordered him. ?Go ahead? Arun responded after a few seconds as if he was looking for a pen and a paper. Dibya gave her number but Arun did not write. ?patta lai halchhu ni? he thought. ?Here is my mobile number too? She read a bunch of numbers. ?OK? Arun bolyo manau number tipyo. ?You did not write my number, now did you?? Dibya asked. ?No, I did? Arun hurriedly lied. ?Read back the numbers to me then? Sweetness was still there but softness was replaced with firmness in her voice. ?When are you going to stop lying?? She asked with same firmness. Arun had no answer. ?Write down the numbers? She ordered again. This time Arun did. He blessed a dusty paper by the phone with Dibya's numbers. "Ani, ke phonema aba ma sanga matrai jhundi rani? where is Rekha dijju?" Dibya threw one more question at him. [......... pakham hai...Arun Rekha dijju bolauna ga chha ek chhin tyam lagchha ke...]