23-10-2022, 09:51 PM
I caught a last glimpse of her an hour later when she left her room and headed towards the elevator, surrounded by her entourage. Before she got in, she looked back at my room and saw me. She gave me a quick wave before disappearing from sight. I couldn't be sure, but I could've sworn she got a bit misty eyed. And just like that, she was gone.
Later than day as the sun began to set over Singapore, mere seconds after I had was checked out of the hotel, I dragged my suitcase towards the exit, smiling the entire way as I recalled the events of the past 42 or so hours. Suddenly, one of the hotel receptionists ran up to me.
"Excuse me, sir? You were staying in room 1136?"
"Yes, is everything okay?"
"Oh no, everything is just fine sir. We just almost forgot to give you this? Miss Aishwarya Rai left it for you before she checked out."
She handed me a small package wrapped in ordinary brown paper. I thanked the receptionist and she made her way back to the front desk. The moment I was alone, I tore open the packaging. Inside was an Album of Her Childhood photos. I opened the inside the front cover and on the title page, the following was written neatly in black pen:
"THANK YOU FOR A LOVELY TIME.
AISHWARYA
PS: I MIGHT BE IN SINGAPORE AGAIN BY THE END OF THE YEAR. DON'T CHANGE YOUR NUMBER. I MAY NEED SOME COMPANY.
PPS: AND YES, I GRABBED YOUR NUMBER FROM YOUR PHONE WHILE YOU WERE IN THE BATHROOM.
PPPS: ALSO, I BETTER NOT SEE THOSE PANTIES UP ON EBAY xoxo.
I laughed and closed the Album with a solid thud.
For the next few months, I kept a close eye on celebrity gossip sites and numerous Aishwarya fansites for any news of Aishwarya and specifically, her relationships and projects. Nothing even remotely interesting ever came up. I even considered creating a Twitter account to contact her, but given the massive volume of tweets per day she received and the fact any response would be very public, I decided against it. I resigned myself to fact that lightning doesn't strike the same place twice.
THE END