I saw that carefree and confident look on your face. You were aware of what you were doing. I understood it then that you were an ATYPICAL woman. Being an Atypical man myself I always wanted someone like you in my life. Your beautiful eyes, smart mouth and even smarter mind made you even more desirable. I just hoped that your marital status should not dim the spark between us. You were still as desirable as I found you couple of hours back. Just before you were about to alight from the bus I gave you my phone number and I know how difficult it was to control myself from asking for your phone number. I could not let you go without even knowing whether we would meet again ever.”This is going in the history as the shortest love story ever” “Fool, ask her phone number” “You moron, even if she said no, you would have understood how she felt for you” etc etc... All these thoughts crossed my mind in next 5 minutes and this self-accusation stopped only when my phone beeped. Here it was, blinking on my phone screen, ray of my hope – your message. Wow, she is interested in you...she also felt the same way that I did...she likes me...she wants to talk to me...These never ending thoughts about you kept on flooding my mind that whole night and next day. And all this while I just kept on dialing your number and disconnecting the call because I wasn’t sure about what I wanted to say to you. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to feel the warmth of your voice flowing in my ears. Finally, I called you towards the end of the day and asked you if you could come out to meet me and you being you, an atypical woman, accepted my offer without making any fuss about it. Even before I hung up I started dreaming that how would I react when I meet you - I would hug you with a light peck on your cheeks, no I can’t make myself look too eager so a normal handshake would be fine.
I left my office an hour earlier and reached the pizza shop, where we were supposed to meet .For next 30 minutes I just kept on looking at the entrance of the restaurant and hoped that the next person walking in is you. Finally you entered and started looking around for me. Sorry, I was so transfixed that time that I could not even wave my hand to tell you where I was sitting. Your black, fitted dress which just ended below your knees was not letting my eyes focus. At one moment they were busy staring at your legs (now, don’t blame my eyes for this) while at the other they were busy measuring the neckline. All I wanted to do that time was to hold your waist, pull you towards me and kiss you on your lips and all the way down to your neck and then your shoulder till the hemline of the dress. I somehow managed to put the brake to my thoughts and all we did was that swift hug which was enough for me to drink in your intoxicating smell.
We kept on meeting every other day after that and during all such meetings I wanted to tell you that I had started loving you, I couldn’t get your thought out of my mind even for a minute, I wanted to hold your hands, our fingers entwined into each other’s, feel the scent of your body and the touch of your lips on my lips. I had no clue about what you felt for me then and I always had the fear of losing you if I told you about my true feelings for you.
I looked forward to your calls every morning and every night when you reached home. I admired the fact that you so honestly told me about your love for Hindi songs. They were never my forte but for you I was ready to do anything and this was the least I could do. When the world waited for weekends to come I waited for Mondays to arrive. Saturdays and Sundays were the longest days of the week for me when I could not talk to you or see you or feel the warmth of your voice in my ears. When I told you about my plan of moving abroad for further studies you sounded so excited and I wasn’t expecting that reaction. I had a feeling that somewhere within you had also developed a soft corner for me and I was hoping that corner had stored love for me. But I did not hear any such emotion in your voice and all it had was a friendly excitement and happiness that a friend has for the other.
And then came the day when I had to leave for this beautiful country and you wanted to give me company till the airport just the way you did at the time when we had met. How much I longed to hear during those 2 hours to airport that you loved me but you being a stubborn woman would not say that... And then at the airport, the sadness in your eyes whispered those 3 beautiful words I was waiting to hear in last 5 months... You looked so sad and beautiful at the same time that I couldn’t control myself from giving you a tight hug, entwine my fingers in yours and brush my lips on yours in those few moments.
We said our good byes but I knew that our relationship that had started on a journey couldn’t get over with a good bye. It rather started with a Good Bye... I shared my new number once again with you.. Have you ever realized that why I shared my number both the times with you and then giving you the choice of entering in my life or exiting it forever.
Babe, I would be lying if I say that I started loving you the moment I saw you in the flight…But yes I loved you during all our meetings, I loved you while singing those songs for you and I loved you during last 5 years when I was with different girls. I loved you when I saw you on skype the other day and I know that I would keep on loving you forever.. And during all those moments of love I did not bother about your marital status because for me you are not someone whom I would fit in a box of Ms or Mrs. You are my friend, my bubble mate.. You are my regret and my biggest happiness... Regret that we did not meet earlier in our life, regret that I can’t offer you my shoulder when you say that you want to take rest, regret that I can’t provide you the warmth of my love when you feel cold and happiness that I have someone like you in my life who is not scared to love again and with you I never cared if you could love again.
I left my office an hour earlier and reached the pizza shop, where we were supposed to meet .For next 30 minutes I just kept on looking at the entrance of the restaurant and hoped that the next person walking in is you. Finally you entered and started looking around for me. Sorry, I was so transfixed that time that I could not even wave my hand to tell you where I was sitting. Your black, fitted dress which just ended below your knees was not letting my eyes focus. At one moment they were busy staring at your legs (now, don’t blame my eyes for this) while at the other they were busy measuring the neckline. All I wanted to do that time was to hold your waist, pull you towards me and kiss you on your lips and all the way down to your neck and then your shoulder till the hemline of the dress. I somehow managed to put the brake to my thoughts and all we did was that swift hug which was enough for me to drink in your intoxicating smell.
We kept on meeting every other day after that and during all such meetings I wanted to tell you that I had started loving you, I couldn’t get your thought out of my mind even for a minute, I wanted to hold your hands, our fingers entwined into each other’s, feel the scent of your body and the touch of your lips on my lips. I had no clue about what you felt for me then and I always had the fear of losing you if I told you about my true feelings for you.
I looked forward to your calls every morning and every night when you reached home. I admired the fact that you so honestly told me about your love for Hindi songs. They were never my forte but for you I was ready to do anything and this was the least I could do. When the world waited for weekends to come I waited for Mondays to arrive. Saturdays and Sundays were the longest days of the week for me when I could not talk to you or see you or feel the warmth of your voice in my ears. When I told you about my plan of moving abroad for further studies you sounded so excited and I wasn’t expecting that reaction. I had a feeling that somewhere within you had also developed a soft corner for me and I was hoping that corner had stored love for me. But I did not hear any such emotion in your voice and all it had was a friendly excitement and happiness that a friend has for the other.
And then came the day when I had to leave for this beautiful country and you wanted to give me company till the airport just the way you did at the time when we had met. How much I longed to hear during those 2 hours to airport that you loved me but you being a stubborn woman would not say that... And then at the airport, the sadness in your eyes whispered those 3 beautiful words I was waiting to hear in last 5 months... You looked so sad and beautiful at the same time that I couldn’t control myself from giving you a tight hug, entwine my fingers in yours and brush my lips on yours in those few moments.
We said our good byes but I knew that our relationship that had started on a journey couldn’t get over with a good bye. It rather started with a Good Bye... I shared my new number once again with you.. Have you ever realized that why I shared my number both the times with you and then giving you the choice of entering in my life or exiting it forever.
Babe, I would be lying if I say that I started loving you the moment I saw you in the flight…But yes I loved you during all our meetings, I loved you while singing those songs for you and I loved you during last 5 years when I was with different girls. I loved you when I saw you on skype the other day and I know that I would keep on loving you forever.. And during all those moments of love I did not bother about your marital status because for me you are not someone whom I would fit in a box of Ms or Mrs. You are my friend, my bubble mate.. You are my regret and my biggest happiness... Regret that we did not meet earlier in our life, regret that I can’t offer you my shoulder when you say that you want to take rest, regret that I can’t provide you the warmth of my love when you feel cold and happiness that I have someone like you in my life who is not scared to love again and with you I never cared if you could love again.
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