I was standing on the sidewalk. I
stand here every morning. I prepared myself to gather courage, cross the street
and talk to her. I have been thinking about this moment for a long time now. Any
moment she will open the door and come out. I remember her exactly the same. Everyday
she comes out on the street wearing a hat, smiles and looks up, and my world
just stops there. I watch her walk down the street and I just stand there,
mesmerised.
My father used to tell stories
about how he used to travel several miles to get a glimpse of my mother. He did
this for months before she finally said yes and they got married. I used to
wonder, what makes a person take so much pain; what makes a person identify his
true love and what makes him sure that he will be able to persuade her
eventually. I used to tell my father that I will never be able to undertake
such burden. I did not see the point. My father always said “trust me son, you
will; and it will all be worth every minute you spent standing in rain and heat,
every step you take in a journey of miles and every tear you drop waiting for
her.”
I asked my mother whether my
father’s persistence forced her to say yes. She said that she would have agreed
on the first day they met. She knew that he was the one she would get married
to. I was baffled, why did she wait? She winked at me and said “It’s a girl’s
secret. Ask the girl you would love when she says yes.” I always thought they
were a weird couple.
I first saw her three months
back. I am a shy person, especially when it comes to beautiful girls. I believe
she looked at me. At the risk of sounding like a crazy stalker, I figured out
her address and followed her home. I thought I will ring the doorbell and ask
her out, but could not gather enough courage. I tried many times in office as
well, however her smile makes me forget everything, even what I was about to
say.
But not today; today I will walk up
to her and ask her out. I had rehearsed what I will say. I had also planned
various responses based on her reaction. I decided not to be too excited if she
says yes, nor too depressed if she refuses. What if she does not recognise me?
Should I then first introduce myself? Will she think I was stalking her? What
if she was already engaged to someone? Am I dressed appropriately? Hope there
is no spinach in my teeth? I cannot get nervous today. I have to do this.
And then the door opened. My heartbeat
increased every millisecond. And there she was, like I remember her. Why does
she smile so much? I am again forgetting what I had planned to say. I should do
something fast. I started walking towards her. I was only watching her. The
world had stopped around me.
But maybe everything had not
stopped. I failed to notice a speeding truck approaching me. She looked at me.
I thought she had recognised me. And then the truck hit me. I was dead. Again!
I stood, picked up the flowers I brought for her, dusted my coat and walked
back to the sidewalk.
I stood there, waiting for
tomorrow morning when I will see her again.
Intense love story...
ReplyDeleteThanks Shweta...
DeleteIt seemed like a sweet love story (so unlike what you usually write). And then, came the twist I was waiting for! :)
ReplyDeleteHope the twist was worthy enough to wait for....
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