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At First Sight... Huh...
Love doesn't come through thin air... you need to cultivate it with time and passion... Love at first site is more for dreamers, but for someone practical and logical, it never is the case...
These were my views from past as long as I dare to remember, but yeah, before I met her...
I got a job in Mumbai and it was time to say good bye to Pune where I was doing my post graduation. I was all loaded with my bags of two years, panting and sweating, when I boarded the bus from Aundh at around 3.30 in afternoon. My seat no. 19 was occupied by a sweet looking girl. My heart started jumping thinking that she is supposed to be on my adjacent seat and has taken mine by mistake. I told her that you have been sitting on mine, and yours would be no seat 20. She smiled and very sweetly said that hers was seat 23 and she was waiting for her husband who had the seat 20, and would I be kind to take hers instead so that she can sit with her hubby. If only I could bring on my face what was in my heart. But I glistened a fake smile and told-why not. Why it always has to happen to me yaar...
Seat 23 was going to change my life, but for the moment, it was the company of a snobby looking gal with geaky specs and Ayan Rand's Fountain Head in her hand. I just wonder why I never happen to get great looking lass as companion in my journeys. But alas, God has ways to play with me, it seems...
Anyways, the bus started and so did the video movie. It was horrible, but the chances of any conversation to gal next seat seemed from Mars, so I tried to get the senseless plot of the typical Masala Bollywood murder mystery...
The voice came from Mars actually "How was the paper presentation in Mumbai last month?" More then shocked by the fact that she knew that I had participated in one, was the fact that she had such a real sweet voice...
On seeing the questioned look (I hope it wasn't frightened look, after all she was from Earth and not Mars), she laughed and excused for firing me with such a question without giving the base. She was studying in her final year in the college where the prelims for the zonal level paper presentation for Mumbai were held last month. I stood second over there and she had been impressed by paper. Though I wish it was my style or even better me instead. At least, the ice was broken...
What started as discussion on the paper, soon engulfed on anything and everything from art to literature to psychology to philosophy. For me, it was a feeling that I can talk to this person as if I am talking to a mirror. We shared so much in common our thinking, aspirations, believes and values. At 7.15, when the bus touched Dadar, we realized that our names were yet to be shared. I never ever would have believed this if it wouldn't have happened with me that I could talk to someone-even more so-to a pretty (so what if a lil' bit geaky) gal, for more then 4 hours without knowing her name. We actually laughed out aloud on realizing it, and she very warmly shook my hand "it was very nice to meet you, I am Dakshita. Lets meet sometime, my number is"...
On way to my guest house, I was in a dilemma as to whether my theory denying love at first site it to be believed, or what happened to me was real? My logical mind was saying that people meet on journeys and even though you like some of them, you just forget afterwards and probably it was nothing more. I told my self you will also forget her soon and it was absolutely nothing...
I doubt if I had had any sleep that night, and first thing in morning was to call her up and ask to meet. Since she was also new in Mumbai, and had come to meet her aunt, I volunteered to take her to Café Sea Side in Banstand (my favorite)...
I had met her just a day before, but each moment waiting for her that day, seemed ages for me. I always thought that when I would propose to my love, it would be a real royal event in my life, with Champagne and roses. But everything in my logical self was happening in an anticlimax manner...
I was simply lost at words but again she had listened to what I had in my mind. She was in fact more bold and clear in expressing her thoughts, so effectively she spoke for both of us in the end...
Till this date, three years after our marriage and five years after that first meet, she listens to me before my speaking and I just see her admiringly as if we are meeting for the first time...
All my friends still pull my leg for my being logical with love at first site, but then exceptions are a part of our lives, aren't they :)
:-)
Savy
[Savy's Note: Here's a story I wrote after a long time which, though is a fictional one, but I have captured some of my real life moments in it too, which ones... keep guessing ;-)
Also before all the beautiful girls out there think that otherwise(it did happened when i first circulated the story around), let me clear - its purely fictional (read I am stil an eligible bachelor ;-))
Happy Reading]
These were my views from past as long as I dare to remember, but yeah, before I met her...
I got a job in Mumbai and it was time to say good bye to Pune where I was doing my post graduation. I was all loaded with my bags of two years, panting and sweating, when I boarded the bus from Aundh at around 3.30 in afternoon. My seat no. 19 was occupied by a sweet looking girl. My heart started jumping thinking that she is supposed to be on my adjacent seat and has taken mine by mistake. I told her that you have been sitting on mine, and yours would be no seat 20. She smiled and very sweetly said that hers was seat 23 and she was waiting for her husband who had the seat 20, and would I be kind to take hers instead so that she can sit with her hubby. If only I could bring on my face what was in my heart. But I glistened a fake smile and told-why not. Why it always has to happen to me yaar...
Seat 23 was going to change my life, but for the moment, it was the company of a snobby looking gal with geaky specs and Ayan Rand's Fountain Head in her hand. I just wonder why I never happen to get great looking lass as companion in my journeys. But alas, God has ways to play with me, it seems...
Anyways, the bus started and so did the video movie. It was horrible, but the chances of any conversation to gal next seat seemed from Mars, so I tried to get the senseless plot of the typical Masala Bollywood murder mystery...
The voice came from Mars actually "How was the paper presentation in Mumbai last month?" More then shocked by the fact that she knew that I had participated in one, was the fact that she had such a real sweet voice...
On seeing the questioned look (I hope it wasn't frightened look, after all she was from Earth and not Mars), she laughed and excused for firing me with such a question without giving the base. She was studying in her final year in the college where the prelims for the zonal level paper presentation for Mumbai were held last month. I stood second over there and she had been impressed by paper. Though I wish it was my style or even better me instead. At least, the ice was broken...
What started as discussion on the paper, soon engulfed on anything and everything from art to literature to psychology to philosophy. For me, it was a feeling that I can talk to this person as if I am talking to a mirror. We shared so much in common our thinking, aspirations, believes and values. At 7.15, when the bus touched Dadar, we realized that our names were yet to be shared. I never ever would have believed this if it wouldn't have happened with me that I could talk to someone-even more so-to a pretty (so what if a lil' bit geaky) gal, for more then 4 hours without knowing her name. We actually laughed out aloud on realizing it, and she very warmly shook my hand "it was very nice to meet you, I am Dakshita. Lets meet sometime, my number is"...
On way to my guest house, I was in a dilemma as to whether my theory denying love at first site it to be believed, or what happened to me was real? My logical mind was saying that people meet on journeys and even though you like some of them, you just forget afterwards and probably it was nothing more. I told my self you will also forget her soon and it was absolutely nothing...
I doubt if I had had any sleep that night, and first thing in morning was to call her up and ask to meet. Since she was also new in Mumbai, and had come to meet her aunt, I volunteered to take her to Café Sea Side in Banstand (my favorite)...
I had met her just a day before, but each moment waiting for her that day, seemed ages for me. I always thought that when I would propose to my love, it would be a real royal event in my life, with Champagne and roses. But everything in my logical self was happening in an anticlimax manner...
I was simply lost at words but again she had listened to what I had in my mind. She was in fact more bold and clear in expressing her thoughts, so effectively she spoke for both of us in the end...
Till this date, three years after our marriage and five years after that first meet, she listens to me before my speaking and I just see her admiringly as if we are meeting for the first time...
All my friends still pull my leg for my being logical with love at first site, but then exceptions are a part of our lives, aren't they :)
:-)
Savy
[Savy's Note: Here's a story I wrote after a long time which, though is a fictional one, but I have captured some of my real life moments in it too, which ones... keep guessing ;-)
Also before all the beautiful girls out there think that otherwise(it did happened when i first circulated the story around), let me clear - its purely fictional (read I am stil an eligible bachelor ;-))
Happy Reading]
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