Food was not spicy but I was making sound of ssssss because
of excitement, after swallowing water I pulled my phone out of the charger, it
reads two unread messages. “whr r u ?” , “I m waiting”, these were the msgs
from same girl Richa I was going to meet after
four long months. I called back but she dint pick the call, I replied
“on my way, just 5 mins”.
My trimmer was enough charge to trim my shave completely at
least two times but I dint had enough time to give it a go. I rubbed my finger
on my chin; a 3 days old hard beard was giving friction sound. I was recalling
her words that she said when we met last time “come in clean shave next time.”
Shit I was again going in same look. Never mind she will love me anyway, I
thought and walked over two blocks and one street. “Be there at juice corner I
m at 5 min distance” I got next msg. I can’t understand why girls always keep
texting and never pick up the call at such moments; they want us to live in the darkness of
suspense until we met. Well I was already there.
Richa was ex-girlfriend of one of my best friend, we knew
each other very well, at her breakup I was the only one with her. She used to
cry in the shade of my arms. On those emotional moments we spent some cozy time
with each other. On the surface of broken heart, between the heats of intense
pain of breakup, I don’t know when she became so close to me that we couldn’t
stop kissing each other. That could be a sigh of relief for her but I was
having a tremor at the depth of my heart. We had an agreement same evening that
it is not love, we will never let it happen again. Neither she nor I was ready for any
melodrama. We covered the flowers of love with dew of morning, we did not want
those flowers to rise and let the butterflies sing over them.
I saw her coming, she was in white jeans and blue top she
was more looking like an updated version of facebook. Her face was glowing like
she had a golden facial three days ago, and which was glowing at its peak
fulfilling its promise. I smiled at her giving stretch to all possible muscles
of my face, but she did not respond. It left me neutral on the face and crying
from the inside. She was still 50 meters away from me. I was keep looking at
her. Finally after a long lasting wait and at a distance of 5 steps she eye
contacted me and gave a smile of happiness.
“I must say you are glowing, and u has also lost some weight
in four months. “ I said, I was true to myself. “Don’t lie I know you are
perfect in making girls happy through that, you are looking more mature your
pimples are gone your face is more clear than before.” she said while giving me
the chocolate that she had bring for me. “Oh thanks, I know you are also
speaking true.”I said and took the chocolate and slide it into the bag that I
was carrying on my back, my purpose of doing that was to keep my hands free so
that I could hold her hand through walking. “How rude…!!! You dint bring
anything for me and also hiding the chocolate in your bag, you don’t even want
to share it with me?” she was keep criticizing me from the very first moment we
met. When girls are less confident or they are not sure about their makeup, if
it is suiting them or not, they start to feel nervous and by criticizing the
person next to her or by asking them the irrelevant question about the weather
they try to transfer their panic to the other person and most of the times they
are successful in doing it. “No it does not like that, first let’s eat
something else, we can have your chocolate after that” I said avoiding any kind
of pressure from myself and also giving her confidence.
“Are we going anywhere or we are supposed to spend our
evening at this place only?” she said in a tone that she want me to choose a
place to visit. “We are going to post office, I have some letters to post” I
said as it was already on my mind. “Oh really, my boy meets me after four
months and he is taking me to the post office for his work, that’s thrilling, I
will never forget this” she said smiling, pissing her teeth, her face was
reflecting her excitement. “What are those letters about?” she asked with
curiosity. “These are the love letters
of my friend. I am supposed to post it to the address of his girl” I don’t
wanted to tell it but still I can’t stop myself. “Oh really what is written on
them, I want to read, lets read together.” She said as the most important and
interesting thing in world was to read love letter of my friend. “ No way that
is not going to happen we are not going to read it in any case, my friend has
believed in me, I can’t go against his faith I m sorry”. I rejected her request
in very strict manner. “Please ,please, please..!!! You can’t do this to me,
nobody will ever come to know about it please lets read it” she pleaded more in
a hope that I will melt down against her request. “I am sorry babe, only thing
that I can do I will send you love letters written by me, you can take the feel
of that later” I tried to convince her with my promise which was clearly fake.
I posted the letters on its destination. She was definitely
not happy for not showing her letters but at the same time she was praising me
inside for not going against my friend’s faith. “Now we are going to McD, it’s
on the walking distance, at the other side of road” I said while holding her
hand looking at the sky which was going to get dark in some time. She nodded
and tightened the grip of her hands like she was afraid of upcoming dark. I
think it was the best part of my day when all the vehicles moving on the road
were honking at their peak, when people were leaving their office and were in
haste to reach home to remove their socks as soon as possible, when a women was
busy in iterative bargaining with a vegetable keeper to save her five rupees
when Earth was moving on its constant speed and leaving the Sun behind to give
us a look of beautiful stars, it was me with a girl who was feeling comfortable
with me, holding my hand firmly. Yes I was definitely not in any haste not even
in the race of world whereas I was
involved with a girl whose heartbeat was in rhyme with my heartbeats. Who was
looking in the same direction I was looking at.
Disturbing the
silence of love, she asked me a beautiful question for which she was preparing
herself from a long time. “Do you love me ?” her eyes were down to the road,
her small dimple on her face was showing that she was smiling a bit………..
Her grip on my hand was getting tighter which was forcing me
to love her back. Her question put me in trouble for some time. Should I tell
her how badly I was missing her during the time we were apart? Am I ready to fall
into love again? Should I tell her about my past how I was got ditch by the
girl I loved more than my life? Should I tell her that she has rule my mind
since the day we have kissed? I was in a bit trouble. I was a bit worried about
my past but her grip on my hand and the way my fingers were filling the gaps
between her fingers was my present I don’t wanted to lose the precious moment. I
was in my judgment. According to her I was taking more time than required, her
smile was gone because of silence, she loosen the clench of her hand, which
made me realize it is the last moment to rejoin her question.
“Yes that’s the lone reason I am here with you spending
quality time.” I said giving force to the grip of hands. My sentence brought
smile to her look. “Why you took this much of time to utter your feelings?” she
asked, her question was genuine. “I was not ready for such question” I lied, I had
no other option. “I love you too, I love you from the day you hugged me while
crying, I can never watch you crying, I wanted to make your hurting smaller, and
I wanted to witness you in good spirits. I love you every single flash of an
eye. I was craving to meet you, finally we are here.” I stopped, I wanted to
speak more and more and more but her unexpected swift hug made me stopped in
middle. “I love you, be mine forever” she said in a very soft voice, very close
to my ear as she was in my arms. “I love you too, no doubt.” I said removing
her from my arms as that was not a perfect area to get so close to each other.
We decided not to go to McD as it was already dark and
getting late to her. We sat on the public chairs fixed under a traveler’s shelter
along the road side. We talked for about half an hour. We were completely drenched
in love of each other. Flowers were growing in the night, desires were rewarded
without breaking any star, bonds had been formed. Life was beautiful.
