She had already forbidden me to bring her a present; I had had no intentions to bring her one. I reached the college where I was supposed to meet her. I was way ahead of the schedule but I had to wait as calling her half an hour early would have proved me too desperate to be a friend of.
She called after a few minutes to ask whether I left for the college or not. I lied.
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Every time I came close to her my heart skipped a few beats and this meeting was no exception. It had been around 1 hour since we had met but I was still struggling to find words and whenever I found they seemed incongruous with what I really wanted to imply.
She had the lion’s share of all the chat we were having. Over a short stint at pizzahut I was acquainted with her family background, her grades, her alma-mater, the friend she hated, the friend she proud of calling her friend, her roommate etc. etc. I was responding with just a smile.
If you think that there is hardly anything common between you and the girl you are meeting with, let her take the lead and she would make you feel like there is hardly anything uncommon between she and you.
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She stared at her cell phone. It was already 7.30 and to avoid any trouble she was supposed to be right at the gates of the hostel not after 8.00.
We had spent last 2 hours wandering into shops, talking almost everything we could have talked, discussing weird creatures that had come as complementary with college and taking note of every couple that seemed awkward that evening. Finally we came to a halt and sat on a bench which was right in front of a toy train. She was calm unlike the evening which was getting more spruced up with passing time. She was staring the children laughing and urging their parents to look at them riding the toy train. I didn’t know why she was so hypnotized by that little train. I didn’t want to disturb her as this was my chance to pacify my heart which had lost its usual pace.
Light of the Evening had almost disappeared and replaced by a few artificial lights which were illuminating her face. A gush of air played with her hair. She was still staring at the toy train, oblivious to the surrounding, oblivious to what my adrenaline was up-to, as if she was trying to savor all the events of her childhood through those kids who were happily waving their hand from the train. Amid all past memories she might have conjured in her mind I interrupted.
“Do you like me?” I asked
“Of course I do, that’s why I am here,” she replied.
“Do you love me?”
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