I blinked. The sun was in my eyes. I shifted the chair to
position myself better across her. She was sitting there looking right back at
me.
“Incoming Transmission…”, the mobile message tone broke the
trance which was one of the several that I would have in the next three
quarters of a hour. I was waiting with her at the airport for her departure.
Ten
days ago I was at the same terminal awaiting her arrival to Maximum city.
She smiled a dopey smile at me, one that I had seen several times
over skype and yet considered it to be brighter in person. My thoughts were
racing back to that eventful Sunday when I replied to her blog query and also
to the email she had sent on my gmail
i.d. The same day evening was spent chatting away to a complete stranger
about random stuff. The next week was full of text messages and silly sms
jokes, the week after that came the Facebook requests and so it went on. It had
cultivated itself into a beautiful relationship.
How I wish I could update that on Facebook!
No, it’s not time yet. Not cause I’m unsure of the relationship but, simply
because I am unsure of reactions and I am not yet ready to face the questions
yet.
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| Me & She @ the Kanheri Caves |
After five whole months of revelry, we were to finally meet
for a real tete a tete. I was unsure of how I should address her and how would
I go about to ensure that she had the best of the time. But over the ten days
of her stay in my city, everything just seemed to take care of itself without
much ado. Plans fell into place like they had always meant to be! A visit to
the Gateway of India, the Haji Ali Mosque, a trip to the Kanheri caves and national park with its
lion & tiger safari where she thought that those savages and their cubs
were cute! Little does she know that one of those lions had recently killed a
zookeeper. But all that didn’t matter for now. All that did was she was sitting
before me, ready to leave. I wasn’t.
Maybe she wasn’t too.
The last four days that I had spent with her suddenly felt
like a distant dream… a mirage!
I knew that it was something I was supposed to get used to, I comforted myself
that at least I was having this feeling again and in that I was glad. I wouldn’t
forget all those moments spent together.
My day dream was cut short by a smoking-like-chimney arab
fellow sitting beside us. She noticed my expression and asked, “you can’t stand
smoke can you?” I had just stirred out of my day dreaming and mumbled something
incoherent.
The time kept ticking as I made small talk with her while my
mind played narrator.
The mobile buzzed again, it was the alarm, it was time to
say our good byes.
A short hug, see you soon (on skype ofcourse!) and she was
gone past the terminal gates in a blink. This time I did not.
