Wednesday, December 14, 2016

An Epic Love story..

April, the busiest part of the year. She could not believe she had let her friend set her up on a blind date. 'Nothing serious, she was told. Just go out & have dinner with him. Do it as a favor to me.' She hadn't been out for quite some time now, thanks to being the all-time trouble-magnet that she was. So just some over-time at work was perfect enough for her, at least for the moment. Yet, she said yes. So, there she was picking out an outfit like any other ordinary day at work. After all, she wasn't expecting anything.

The day went by in a jiffy and suddenly, it was 9pm. He had texted her an hour before and she knew she'd better leave or she'll be late. Arriving at the bar, she noticed him, but pretended not to. She was blushing as if it were her first date ever.

What would you like to have? The first question as soon as they settled. She ordered a gin tonic and he, a rum & coke. She was trying to run all the questions in her head. Rehearsing, thinking if she should skip awkward conversations. Re-iterating every sentence in her head as if it was a job interview & not a date. It was maybe the drinks or him, but it took no time for the conversation to become easy, the topics common and the hands were talking in a language of their own.

As much as she wanted to continue the conversation, they had to leave as the bar was closing. It was 1 am and he insisted to drop her. Another hour of chatter in the cab, when it was finally time to get off the car. He got down, helped her out and took her hands in his. "It was a lovely evening, he said, I had a great time." Then he leaned and kissed her. A few seconds of pure passion, pure love, no expectations. No Fairy Tale romance. No dreams of happily ever after. In that moment, it was just that. A simple kiss. He said goodbye when her eyes were still closed. She stood there while he left and began thinking.

Not all love stories are meant to last forever. But that does not mean it wasn't love. It just means that they were not meant to be novels but short stories. That, however, does not make them any less epic, any less love. She came back upstairs and started to jot down her short story..

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