A TRIP TO BARODA … Part 2

This is in continuation to the last post of Baroda Trip part 1 .

So where was I?? yes, so finally she settled in her seat. and I settled to my job..i.e. watching her. She must be around 24 years ( although it is hard to tell the real age of girls with the modern makeups), fair, with a very good figure and an innocent smile which could make mountains move.

Is she married..?? no way to know..she has covered her head by some cloth which looks to me more like a piece of bed sheet than anything else. Cant see her 'mangalsutra' although it may be that it is hidden under her top where I can't see.( so sad)..
So, as they say in cricket, the benefit of doubt goes to me, and it is decided that she is not married.

Now my mind starts thinking ways to talk to her. Should I go near her and ask for a magazine or something( how silly..), or should I just pass by her, pick her dropped handkerchief, hand it to her and start conversation on some pretext or other...?( Alas, the moment i think of this excellent plan, she picks up her handkerchief.)

More than an hour passes in thinking the means and ways to approach her. I had now only an hour left of journey. And as if god heard my heart voice, I see that she has closed the book she was reading and is looking around. And before she turns towards my side, I very quickly set my hair, wipe off the sweat from face and bring a pepsodent smile on my face. This whole otherwise lengthy process took just 2 seconds..wow...And finally our eyes meet. I give her my million dollar smile. Not sure what her face expression meant. It was a mixture of amazement, mischief, annoyance, and a large part was of confusion. I don't understand why such a look. I mean, where else she could have seen such a handsome, smart boy smiling at her. I think she must be thanking her stars and so such a look.

Anyways, after a second or so, she also gave a smile. Although not the family pack colgate like mine, but certainly the trial offer pack. And I knew that I have won half the battle. Isn't it that some great men have said that " ladki hansi to fansi".
So, now what?. What to do now?. This was the question going in my mind. And it was here that my inexperience in such matter was causing me problem. Had it been some stud of my college, I know by now, he must have had her mobile number and god knows what else...
But here I was sitting just thinking what to do next. And I am very much sure the same must have also been going in her mind.

So, before I continue with what I did or rather did not do, here's a million dollar question to all of you.

Question: What should I have done ?...

The best answer will get a personally signed thank you note from a very great person. (Don't ask me the name. It has been withhold due to security reason. Just a hint, His name starts with 'A').

to be continued......