Alexandro was waiting for her on tram station. He could hire a cab for her , but Subha always prefers public transport, specially Tram is an attraction of this ancient city. In India Tram runs only in Kolkata , She completed her +2 there, in those 2 years a day had not been passed without a tram ride for her, perhaps a Bengali hadn't loved tram with such passion which she did. the low speed vehicle taught her to notice the scene outside window carefully from where the interest in photography was born. Although Kolkata tram is no where in comparison to tram of this city, but her fascination remains same , after all tram is her love of teenage-hood, second love.
Alexandro greeted her in his native language , she reciprocated with a smile. Tram was ready to leave so they boarded in quickly. Subha sighed in relief finding a window seat. Alexandro sits beside her. She got pressed against window by his gigantic figure. He smiled helplessly. he has a very nice smile that soothed her eyes.
Alexandro is her neighbor, a helpful one, he lives in the house in front that of Subha's landlord aunty, a man around 32, handsome as usual like maximum no of guys in this location of the continent , works in the government travel and tourism department of this country. He took the responsibility to be a guide of her on himself since their first meeting. Although he is not comfortable with English , that is not a compulsory language to interact here unlike India, Subha too can't speak his language properly either. But that was not obstacle anymore for their friendship. He had shared many things about his life with her, 3 years back he lost his fiance in cancer but her memory is always with him. Subha knows Alex likes her. but what Subha likes about him is completely different subject altogether, the tall, masculine, sharp feature of Alex reminds her of someone. She likes to look at Alex , because she sees Parth in that similar feature , and that soothes her eyes, heart and soul.

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The doorbell was ringing for quite a long time , Parth didn't pay attention, he preferred to cherish the sensuousness of some memory . The doorbell stopped at last. But after few minutes , the sounds coming from dining hall made him jumping out of bed.

"Aarchii , no, don't break my dining table, i don't have time to get another one" he rushed towards hall.

"talking of breaking dining table? if you were in abroad , police and ambulance would have broken your door seeing the milk and newspapers dumping at your door for days." an angry female voice was heard from hall.

"what's wrong with you Archi, why are you on such a destructive mode in such early morning? did someone again abused you on internet?" confused Parth asked the girl who was almost throwing the plates on dining table.

The girl whom he was addressing as Archi was in her late 20's with a wheatish complexion, an average height of not more than 5 feet 2 inches and of a bit flabby figure, Although the female is not stunningly beautiful or extinguishly charming or hot either with which kind of girls Parth generally deals but the woman has a certain intellectual look on her face and appearance which attracts onlooker's eyes. She is neighbor of Parth, her flat is on same floor of him.

"first of all, 9 a.m doesn't get considered as early morning, secondly this is 1000th time i am reminding you that i am not Archi, i am Archita Banerjee, a college lecturer, a p.h.d student, that funky name Archi doesn't go with a historian's image and thirdly i don't bring the problem of virtual world in real life". she said gravely.

"then what was the reason of your roudra tandav(word curtsey you) on my dining hall?" Parth said amusingly, the mischievous grin on his lips made him looking quite cute but that didn't affect Archita.

"that was an attempt to bring you out of your dreamland and look i am successful" she gave a proud attitude.

"see i am awaken, why still you are angry t me?" asked Parth pretending to be innocent.

"if you ring the doorbell with all your might constantly for 30 minutes , and still don't get any response its not possible for even a saint to hold patience." Archita was really annoyed

"and i still don't understand what was the reason of ringing doorbell, when you already have duplicate key of my flat. you can enter whenever you want" Parth sounded confused.

"and that's exactly what i don't want, i mean how can i interrupt your privacy by entering in your flat without informing you?" Archita was surprised on Parth's casual approach.

"Archi when i have given my duplicate key to you that means i have given the right to enter into my flat too, when i don't have any problem why do you hesitate?" Parth shrugged off

"Mr. Kapoor i had taken the key from you so that i can open your flat when the maid comes while you get disappeared for days. but since then from laundryman to news paper seller to milkman to watchman everyone is handing over everything related to you to me, be it the monthly bill or any important letter , even if electrician or plumber or any mechanic comes to fix anything in your flat, they are taken to me. I mean what am i? a teacher or a maid of yours?" Archita was fuming.

"Archi , first of all i have a name and its Parth not any random Mr Kapoor and I will answer you if you call me Parth only, and secondly do you think its a maid's duty to take such responsibilities? can't a neighbor help another? and specially we have come to this apartment on same day and in these 2 years i got quite close to your family, so what's wrong if you take care of your neighbor?" Parth was a bit impatient.

Archita is a p.h.d student of Jawaharlal Neheru University in Delhi, a research scholar in ancient history of India and the World. Her cousin sister is an I.A.S officer who shifted to Mumbai after her divorce along with her daughter, due to sister's pressure Archita too took job in a college of Mumbai and shifted in her sister's flat as neither her mother in Kolkata nor her sister wanted her to stay alone in Delhi because of safety issue for women. Archita now continues research from Mumbai and in every 3 months goes to Delhi to her professor and supervisor madam under whom she is doing her research. She came to her sister's flat on the same day Parth shifted in this apartment. Although they belonged to two different worlds but friendly nature Parth when came to know about her shifting on the flat of same floor of him he incorporated her and her family to the party he threw to friends. Since then a friendship grew between Parth and Archita ,like parth she too had lost her father few years back so a friendly understanding got stronger. specially Parth loves to tease a serious nature Archita with different way that's his quite favorite pass time. Also Archita's teenager niece Rikta learns guitar from Parth, Parth calls Rikta his little girlfriend , a very strong teacher-student bond had grown between Parth and Rikta thus Parth got closer to his neighborhood. So now either Archita or Rikta comes with Parth's breakfast and wakes him up when he comes back late at night. That's now an untold routine between them. So now Archita knows many details about Parth's life, his friends and girl friends. Although Archita is quite disturbed with Parth's irresponsible nature.

"okay Parth, i am pausing the arguments till you freshen yourself and come back for breakfast, otherwise neither you nor i can go for work today" Archita stated

Parth smirked and went towards washroom, Archita arranged the plates. after few times Parth comes back and she serves him the food. fitness freak Parth likes light and healthy breakfast hence there was cucumber-tomato sandwiches, scrambled egg, apple, banana and juice in the menu. Parth silently took the meal.

"see Parth, my didi is I.A.S officer , you know how much responsibility she has to take. Rikta is on her 10th ,then few times she has to stay with her father like now. and i spend my day in college, then get absorbed with my research, also students come for private tuition. tell me if i have to take such responsibility after all these works won't it be overload for me? its high time you should think of taking responsibility and take care of yourself" the teacher inside Archita comes out.

"Archi, you want to say that you have time to fight in some social networking sights and onlin forums on some useless topics but don't have time for helping a neighbor?" Parth used most effective weapon of arguement.

"what do you mean?" Archita got dumbstruck.

"you know what i mean, last night when i came back i saw light in your room , you were awake and of course not for your research but for some idiotic fight because i found you online on twitter. and what was the topic of you people's fight? which epic character is greater, who committed more wrong, whose act was justified , which epic character loved which wife more than other wives,which wife deservd which husband most, i mean give me a break, for you people i think twice before logging in Facebook or twitter or peeping in other websites, in the fear of i will get notifications of your fight on some fan pages. Since last 2 years i have known you i know you and some of your online friends use to fight on many issues , sometime some social issues or sometimes on some actors or fictional character, but this time you people broke all the limit, fighting on epic character like this? even a martial art champion as me didn't fight with my opponents this much on ground. And i doubt if those epic characters had fought this much in that great war. and some of your online fighter do use such abusive language that even my stock of words of slang get enriched. Also i have learnt some different levels of taunting and sarcasm from you people's comment, You know what if there is something called heaven really exist Pandavas and Kauravas would having a good laugh together on your idiocy, i mean do they really need your support to prove anything?and its more surprising. to see some knowledgeable person as you taking part in such fights, you are doing scholarly research on this epic and mythology , does such fight suit you? You say , i am not responsible? at least i spend my time on having fun in real life , not in fight on some virtual life." Parth stopped after talking in one go.

Archita was almost knocked in corner with such strong argument, " i admit whatever you have said is right, but its all because i am an epic lover , and if there is love , logic doesn't work necessarily, it happened to you too Parth as you love your sports" Archita tried to justify herself,

"Parth Kapoor and indulging in such silly fight? impossible , i don't take my arts to the level of personal enmity." Parth said proudly.

"oh yeah? a historian's memory is not so weak Parth, " teacher got the desired arguement at last, "what about your arch rival Parth? your fighting with whom had become many news paper headlines during your Olympics and world championship? smirked Archita.

"arch rival" frowned Parth

"yes you heard it right arch nemesis of Parth Kapoor , who were equally or in some opinion even better than you in world of martial arts Vrish Sharma, remember?

Parth gasped