Jab we met

The blaring sound of music was getting onto my nerves. One time I had been madly in love with the clubs and discos. I used to love the dim light and the loud music where you can’t talk even by shouting in to ears. But now, the same atmosphere was getting me agitated. I guess the age was finally catching up on me. So, I excused myself from my friend’s birthday party and went to take some breathing space. Mojito in one hand and on the other my phone with half dead battery I walked myself out, found a seating space facing the park. This was indeed a better place given the scenes taking place half hidden behind the trees in the park. There was a couple hugging each other awkwardly, trying to kiss but scared of the light and the surrounding. The way a guy was begging a girl, it seemed like he was trying to make peace with his nagging short-tempered girlfriend. And the takeaway of the day was a newlywed couple walking across the park hand in hand. The fluttering eyes and the scarlet cheeks of the bride on denying some request of her husband was a complete blow away.

I had no idea how long I sat there but it was dark now and the park was shedding shame and turning in to complete porn. I turned to my phone to check the time but the battery was drain out to every bit. I am a total phone addict, facebook, twitter, pintrest, blogger, online shopping- I can’t even imagine living without these. I was wondering if my friends were missing me or how will they find me, but I wasn’t much concerned. I was sure they were still busy partying. While I was lost in thoughts I heard someone clearing throat behind me.

“Ahem, Ahem.”

“Excuse me.”

“I was about to ask that.”

Behind me was a good looking guy. He signaled to the place beside me and asked,

“May I?”

“It’s kind of little wet here.”

“Not that I mind.”

And he sat beside me without flinching or cleaning the spot or blowing air on it like everyone else does.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing here in the dark?”

“Flirting can take you anywhere and everywhere but not here.”

He laughed with a definite ease.

“I just took my chance.”

That made me laugh and that was it. The ice broke just like that. He was easy to talk to. In a while he did not even feel like a stranger. We talked like long lost friends eager to catch up on one another. Topic shifted from general to personal and then very personal. I told him my deepest secrets and fears, the ones I had never been able to tell anyone. And he did the same. We somehow knew we won’t be judged. I had no idea for how many hours we kept talking but I could guess it was high time. Suddenly he jumped; it was his phone vibrating in his pocket that he had completely forgotten about. We laughed our lungs out. It was sometime before he could take the call.

“My car is here,”

“Okay.”

“I have to leave now.”

“I know”, I smiled.

“I know it sounds corny but may I have your number.”

“I am not sure.”

“In that case keep mine. Call me whenever and if you feel like.”

I took his number. He left. I felt at peace. Sometimes sharing does matter a lot. It is like shedding a lot of weight from within your heart and soul.

Was I attracted to him? Not in a romantic way

Did I call him again? No

Was I tempted? Yes

But I realized we have played our parts in each other’s life. That moment was all we were supposed to be together. Sometimes God makes strangers meet just to give them a solution or show them a path or some light. Sometime I wonder if things would have been different today had I called him that day. May be yes, but definitely not better that how it is today.