And so the contact was made. I was in seventh heaven and suddenly everything around me seemed to be happy and all flowers were blooming.
Its one month since i last saw shakti. I ve messaged her and called and shes reciprocated, but there is something in seeing a girl you like face to face that just does not match up to talking to her on the phone. I yearned to see her. I thought of many ideas by which i could make her come out and see me. Finally, one day, maybe a week after her birthday, she told me to come home and that she d come out with me for ice cream. Now you are probably guessing what effect this had on me. I ll just let you guess.
Its showtime!
I took a bath (that was the second one in 2 hours). I pulled out my best sports shirt and pulled out a fresh pair of jeans(I still thank god that none of my friends saw me that day. They d have rolled laughing all the way in to the sea seeing me so neat and presentable!). I think the maximum time I ve ever spent before the mirror in my life was on that day. All varieties of irregularities that I d never noticed before, showed up that day. I was whistling a song more out of nervousness than anything when i wheeled out my bike out of the garage. On the way to her place, I bought a potted flowering plant (my idea of something different). When i reached her flat, just before I rang the bell, panic took hold of me. What if either of her parents opened up? What do I introduce myself as? What if they ask uncomfortable questions? What do you intend to do with my daughter? How would I ever explain that all I wanted to do was to have a cup of ice cream with her? Swallowing my nervousness, i rang the bell. I could hear my heart beating rapidly as footsteps neared the door. I almost shouted out in joy when shakti opened the door. I still remember her, serene in pink, a whiff of fresh air on a hot day when she held the door open.
Hi.
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hello.
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hey dilip!!
wha...? oh hi.. (you get the scene)
come on in.
oh sure. nice day isnt it?
yes it is. And boy are you a stickler for time!! I said 2 and you arrive 2 on dot!
well yeah(again would someone tell me what to say here?)
so n problems in finding the house?
oh no(as if any self respecting guy would ever accept that)
meet my dad- dad this is dilip, my friend from cat coaching
hello uncle.
hello my boy. whats that that you are carrying in your arm?
Oh this is for shakti-belated happy birthday shakti, hope you like it.
Oh i love it. Ok dad, we are goin out.
Take care dear.(what a cool dad!)(on the hindsight, i think maybe he though i din look like i d do anything to her). and be back in an hour.
(an hour - 60 mins, what a cool dad)
So where do you wanna go?
she thought for a while and said- why not we just walk to this icecream parlor nearby?
NO WAY. I d cleaned my bike for this and i had to take her on my bike. think think think.
I dont like the icecream served there. Lets go to Baskin and robbins on Cathedral road.
Ok boss, your choice.
So off we went. This must be the stairway to heaven. I could not decide between looking at the road ahead and checking the rear view mirror. The stop came soon enough. We got down and walked into the parlor. We ordered our stuff and sat down.
I really do not remember what we talked that day. All i can remember is, her eyes. Man what an angel. Man Oh man. Dilip you sure are lucky. Soon enough, One hour got over. (How is it that in movies alone one hour seems like a lifetime and they talk so much?? I smell a scam!!) I dropped her home. Every minute on the way seemed to pass like a second and in maybe 10 seconds, we were there outside her flat. She got down from my bike. I had to make the parting comment- thanks for the great evening.
oh yeah thanks. see you. bye. and she turned and walked inside
Blow me down.
To be continued...
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