Approaching exams. Worried parents. Irritating friends with or without their counterparts. I had every reason to forget about him and the ambush. I had more pressing matters that increased heart rates other than the adrenaline-d attack by Sam,I mean the “hawt” hot guy. I was home mostly. Studying mostly. Thinking about him was rare. It happened but it was rare.
“Dad, do you by any chance happen to know what PO1 can possibly mean?”, I asked him. He asked me to forward the doubt to my Coaching Institute’s mentor. “Wow!”, I laughed out loud, “and what? Embarrass myself?”. I google-d and Wikipedia told me that PO1 is a Class 1 Petty Officer. “Oh!”. I studied a lot about the class and the work and found out that there’s a ship deployment camp two hours from the place I was staying then. I wondered if I could find him there. I wondered if it was actually necessary to find him in the first place? I decided not. I google-d down the address. Well, in-case.
The next thing I know. I am standing at the gate. And what I saw was that almost every person was well-built and awesome-looking. I even wondered if we were some third-grade humans to leave an existence so dull. Every person on the ground commanded respect and that would even make you believe that “irresponsible(that what we mostly are)” is not even a word!
“How can I help you, Miss?”, asked a man, who was stout and well-toned(Bulky and fierce).
“I am looking for Sam.”, I said, regretting my decision to show up.
“There’s no Sam here.”,came the reply.
“He is a Petty Officer Class I.”, I tried to get myself together.
“I am sorry,Ma’am but there’s no one named Sam here and civilians are not allowed inside without permission, so you should leave.”, he said in a firm voice.
“Thank you. Sir. Umm.. You’re right. May be I am wrong. But thank you.”. He nodded. I left the area. I was getting on my bike. “I should not have come here!”, I told myself. Somewhere I wished I could see him and know what happened that day. Just then, a truck slowed near by and a man,(one of them, in uniforms) got down and walked towards me.
“You’re the girl with Sammy!”, he said coming towards me.
“Oh! Yes I am that girl but I was not with him. I mean I was with him but not really with him”, (part of me wished I was), I was rambling.”Where’s he?”, I collected myself.
“He left a month ago. “, the man said.
I had this feeling again. That intense feeling. “Where’d he go?”, I asked.
“That’s all I can tell you, Ma’am.”,said the man.
He left with a void in me.
~More to follow