(…..it was raining outside) beautiful song played on his phone “We Could Have Had It All…(by Adele)”. It was Call from an unknown number. Actually, she had called from her second number. He always wished to meet and for so long. Early morning, it was a felicitous call first of its kind to accept the request. There was a big jaunty smile on his face. Unbelievable, for him. He nearly dropped his cell phone. He was like what?? He tried to reconfirm by sending her a message at Facebook, the only regular communication medium between. But there already was a message dropped for him. Which confirmed the meet. He was on cloud nine. It’s surprising to doubt one’s lover voice. How could he not recognize her voice? They never had a talk, that’s deep-rooted, this personal. It was a first direct conversation besides asking for notes and borrowing a pen in front of everyone.
He took a bath and took 2 hours to be ready. It took 15 minutes to comb his hair and 15 more minutes to put on different layers of makeup (adding and removing creams :), tried his also some of his sister’s ones). The rain had stopped by now. He rode his bike through the muddy country road as in Dirtbike racing. His vision was blurred as a foggy winter morning. It’s not the weather but was his fascination about meeting with her that blurred his vision. He visualized past and future as if he had his Google glass on and was scrolling back and forth through his timeline to past and future. Finally, after years it was like a dream come true… He didn’t care about light showers that tried to wash his makeup, just kept driving his way towards his dream. He reached the spot parked the bike. Hold rose with his right hand….. The same song played on my phone and I woke up at my hostel apartment. I wished the dream to be completed but couldn’t help out. I had a long day ahead. So after morning chores went to university leaving both of them a few minutes of sleep apart.
A meet..
