So, I asked her out
for a date. Sounds abrupt and sudden? You'd better read the part-1 of the story.
Back. A rendezvous
was set -- Lighthouse. Yes, a lighthouse. Why that? Well, it so happened that
back then it was newly opened to the public for a nominal fee, and I told her,
"Wanna feel like on top of this city?"
She liked orange
flowers. She specifically asked me to come with an orange flower. I searched
for one, where I'd not have to pay for it. Miser? Yes. A mega-miser I am. A day
before our proposed meeting, she pulled off from it. She had something urgent
to do.
":( :( :(
:(", was my reply.
Months went by, days
went by.
Suddenly, she pings.
"Ahem. Guess
what is on 15th of this month?"
"Independence
day?"
"No! My
birthday!"
"Treat?"
"Come to
Chepauk Medical College! I'll be waaaaaiiiiiiting!", she replied. I'd have
come to Antarctica had she called me there.
This time I messed
it. I had an engagement, so I told her this and wished her on fb.
"Why don't you
give me your cell no.? I'll call up and we'll fix a date! LOL", I asked.
"Mommy beating
if I number giving!", was her reply. She is good at poetry and rhyming,
isn't she?
One day I come to
know that she proposed to a guy and he said yes. They love each other, and are
looking seriously at marriage -- an inter-religion marriage.
"Will he tie
you thali (sacred thread) or will he kiss you?", I asked. I was
heart-broken. I liked her.
Technically, she
isn't your beautiful dream-girl. Dark complexion and bunny teeth were the 2
attributes which defined her, and I'd fallen for that. I know why I like her.
She makes me talk -- nonsense or sense. She makes me happy -- every ping is a
small box of bliss for me. I'm sure if I'm ever under depression, her smiley
will cheer me up.
After days of
conversation, Christmas month came.
"Cake?", I
asked.
"I don't make
cake ROFL"
"Do I get
anything? BTW, you do know I like(d) you right?"
"Yes and yes.
But you guess what I'm thinking of gifting you."
"Your cell
no.?"
"No. But, here
it is anyway. 0000000000"
"WTF! You gave
your cell number to a guy you haven't met? You trust me that much?"
"Ahem. One more
choice left."
"A golf
ball?"
"A golf what?!
Seriously?! I was planning to meet you and gift you a greeting card! You
couldn't guess that much?"
"You once
remarked 'hole in one', so I thought of that. And ya, I did think of your
meeting me. But, then I tried twice in it and it couldn't happen."
I don't know what is
surprising -- she giving me her contact number despite she knowing that I like
her and she knowing that I know that she is in a committed relationship, or she
wanting to meet me for Christmas?
I respect her. Not
because she gave in to my incessant asking of her cell no. But, simply because
she trusts me. It is difficult to forge trust. I've seen better days forging
trust, and she proved my every conception wrong. Trust, I think, is a trait which
is all powerful. An old hindi axiom declares, "Trust is the giver of
fruits, the world runs on trust". Hardly an emotion or trait is as
powerful as trust. You need corrupted excess of a trait to go against
somebody's trust.
Thanks to everything
pertinent and inconsequential, I now understand the differences between my
primal emotions. I have experienced what it is to 'like' someone, to be
'infatuated' with someone, to be 'smitten' by someone, to be 'exploited' by
someone and to be 'lustful' for someone. It took me interactions with multiple
view-worlds to understand this.
I am yet to
experience love. Maybe, love is everywhere. I just need to attune myself to it.
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