Based on actual conversation.
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“It was one
of those days when i was just trying to find something on FB”.
We started
to talk awaiting our Mccafe to get ready. Our order number was 292 and i could
see a number 276 being flashed on the big screen. It was a medium sized
MacDonalds outlet but the rush inside
made it looked smaller.
We found
ourselves a place to sit and that was all it took to him to get started.
“Actually I
have no words to thank Mark for making it happen...” he began fidgeting with
the credit card slip.
“A mutual
friend? ” I interrupted.
“No... No...Its
Mark Zukerberg....the FB wala” he corrected me. But he sounded as if he knew
mark personally. But his gratitude and thanks for him was clearly visible.
“I stumbled
upon her profile under ‘people you might know’ and then...” and before I could
know he was lost in the memories.
“....then I
saw her profile pic, in Navvari dress. I don’t clearly remember the color but I
guess it was green. Initially it wasn’t easy for me to believe how someone could
so graceful yet simple. I ended up starring at her pic for quiet sometime. I
was not sure whether it was because of her looks or because of the Navvari or
both. The dress just enhanced her looks”
“I can only
imagine how it must have felt” i added.
“Yes and
fortunately she replied to my messages, and then one thing lead to another. I
wished to know more about her for which she responded with equal enthusiasm.
Time revealed that there were many things common amongst us....” he continued.
“Like maybe
what??” I interrupted.
“The one I
clearly observed was loving the person who loves you...and even more than the
person who hates you..hahaha...” he joked.
“....but yes
it was really one of those greatest things that became a foundation stone of
our relationship.” He ended as he looked back to check our order status on the
big screen.
“So when did
you guys first meet?” I asked.
As if he was
waiting for this question from beginning. He took a long breath as if ready to
plunge into those memory seas.
“For that I
have to thank my chota bhai.. ..Actually she is studying in pune, and so was
him and she was in her 6th semester of engineering that time. His
birthday was due on 24th march it became an excuse to meet her.”
“So it was
24th march?” i asked.
“Yes..It was
the first day when we meet in person with each other. I found myself in the
middle of a huge phoenix mall surrounded my loads of mixed emotions from
curiosity to insecurity to anticipation and eagerness. But mostly I was a bit
conscious about my height...”
“Your
height....?” I shockingly asked.
“haan na
yaar... i was just hoping the she doesn’t turn out taller than me. But
fortunately it turned out that we were just about the same height. Although she
was wearing a simple black top and blue jeans yet she looked elegant and sweet.
She quickly guessed my nervousness and joked saying ‘ab mai heels nai pehen
paugi..!!’... hahaha”.he again laughed in the middle of it.
“we spend
the entire afternoon playing all the games in the gamezone....” he again began.
“hmmm???” I
asked sipping my coffee.
“yes every
game. Probably it wasn’t the games, it was the company of each other’s that we
enjoyed the most, and by the time we were done i realised that she is the one.”
he answered.
“itne
jaldi?” i asked
“pata nai ..
it was.... I think.. I guess the voice of my true self... I took some time but
before I could ask myself ‘are you sure about this?’ to that inner voice the
answer stood right in front of me”. he answered.
“How did you
say it?” it was a very typical question but it was the whole deal of this one
story on sketch idea.
“I think
there was no need for either of us to say anything. I don’t know about her but
i could feel it. But I still wanted to be sure about it, mainly to avoid any
confusion....so I asked her.
We were sitting in front of a cafe on a bench i
remember... side by side... initially she was surprised but her reaction
assured me that it was a yes.”
“Waow that
amazing.. hold on to that.. let me get our coffee.” Our number had been on the
screen for quiet a while.
I left him
with that beautiful though. I felt it was a height of his emotional memories. I
can only assume how one would feel about remembering one of those moments that liberated
your life. Falling in love is more of a choice. A choice both the person
indulging makes. And if it originates from depths of your heart it will reach
the other person hearts as well...
The coffee
could wait.
“And then the
usual silly stuffs began?” i asked as we stirred our coffee.
“Yes yes..
all the usual silly stuffs and we did all the silly stupid stuff...you know
whatsapp... immo everything.... we would just look for reasons to meet each
other.” he said as he took few sips from his coffee.
“And then I
again went to pune two months later and we again meet at the same mall and she
was wearing a beautiful black colour one piece, and OMG was she looking like
and angel or what. My heart was about to fall from its place right down on her feet’s.”
“Really??” I
was amazed by his excitement.
“But hum bhi
kisise kam nai the... the next time I visited her dressed to impress... hahaha”
he laughed.
“What
happened?” I had to ask this.
“I was
suppose to attended a friends marriage all decked up full suit boot, stood in
front of her college with a teddy bear in my hand and got even with her. It was
like.... If you can do good.. i can do the same better. And her joy and happiness
seemed priceless to me.”
“Did she like
it?” I asked.
“Liked
it???? She loved it” he answered.
“So only you
visited her... she never came here??” I asked.
“mi pan tech
mahntlo tila...mich ka yeu bhetayla tu pan yet ja....hahaha.” we laughed
“So did
she...?” I asked
“Yes.... She
initially cancel a pre-planned visit citing project work and the suddenly
called me saying ‘ek tasat panvel pochnar ’ and I was still sitting in my short
at my place...” he laughed again.
“And then it
was totally filmy scene at panvel station... as we try to locate each other. Apparently
it was her first visit here and on the phone we were like .... “tum kaha......mai
yahan” and finally after 15 minutes we met....she looked tired and by god even
more beautiful than ever....”
For a moment
even I was thrown back into my visual of seeing my special person in such a
situation.
“She was
tired and had travelled all the form pune after her exams. I had planned a few
things but had to reconsider most because of her tiredness. The journey from
panvel to vashi was the best ride i had ever had. She sat in my bike hugging me
from behind and almost fell asleep as she rested her head on my shoulder. Her
hair occasionally tickled my neck and I could feel her fatigue from her heavy
long breaths on my back. And it was December sunset which made everything even
more special. I wished the clocked stopped and the road became endless...i
would have given her a ride till infinity” he ended.
“Finally
what message do u have for people who don’t believe in distance relationship?”
I asked.
“Distance
doesn’t matters... your loved one are always closer to your heart... distance
makes relationship more firm and rigid” he concluded.
And I
couldn’t agree more with him in this regards. Distance as they say still is a
physical term, not an emotional one.
happy pappiyan te jhappiyan day...
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