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There was no inkling that I was going to meet her that day. I had finished off my stuff at the lab and left the uni to catch a bus home. By home, I refer to a single room unit in a concrete mega complex which at-least 80 other souls called home.

Anyways, I got into the bus and found an empty seat. My biggest worry for the evening was the lack of food at home. I had to decide if i was going to have more Milo or find something to eat at the chinese restaurant nearby. i was bored of the chinese place. i was bored of milo. And then she got in at the uni's third gate's bus stop. And finding the seat next to me empty, came and sat there.

I had seen her before. Fleeting glimpses, a peek between the mass of people usually between us. I was attracted to her and generally looked out for her in the bus on other normal days, but this was something else altogether. I noticed that she had dark wavy hair and had pierced her ears with two studs. You can call it coincidence, I call it divine intervention, but this song started to play on my I Pod:

yen kanmani...
unn kaadhali...
ila maangani...
unaip paarththadhum
sirikkindradhe...
sirikkindradhe...
naan sonna jokkai kettu naanamo
nee nahaichchuvai mannan illaiyo...

yen mannavan...
unn kaadhalan
yenaip paarththadhum
oraayiram...
kadhai solgiraan...
kadhai solgiraan...
ammammaa innum ketka thoondumo
nee rasikkindra kanni illaiyo...

Of-course, as in the song, I assumed for my own sake that she was humming the female part. I was super content with the way my evening was turning out and hoped that the bus would go in a round about way before dropping us off. Oh, I ve forgotten to mention, she lived in the same mega complex that i did. I just didnt know where exactly within the complex.

At this moment, she turned to ask, "you are from India, arent you?"
I was shocked that she was speaking to me and my shock must have been apparent cos she then asked, "no? Oh i thought you looked Indian. I m from sri-lanka by the way. Farrah. Nice to meet you." My brain was pouring out purple prose and my heart was singing paeans to her. but my mouth remained shut. Finally, I found some courage, took a swig of water and answered her, "I am from India. Chennai. Neel. Sorry, i was a bit tongue tied, but i never thought you would speak to me."
"Why?"
"When was the last time you saw the mirror?"
(Blush) "Is that a compliment?"
Stare...
"hey"
"Sorry for staring, but you truly look gorgeous. and no i dont get spoken to at all by beautiful strangers" my mind at this point was racing around in circles trying to remember every word of the conversation. Every expression, every action, every look for future analysis and reference.

Our stop had arrived and she got up, me following her out of the bus. She turned around at the stop and asked, "so, what are you doing for dinner?"

To be continued..