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The Flight #4

 

Wondering what happened before?? Here’s it:

The Date #1

The Memory #2

The Hope #3

I was grinning like a 13 year old who’s madly in love. I wondered how in three decades of my life I had never felt this before. I have dated a few girls earlier too but may be that was never Love, as they describe it to be. I felt like a teenage boy in the body of a 30-year-old man. Silly!

Announcement had been made that we were going to land in Mumbai in few more minutes. Mumbai. Yes, here I was. Not for the first time, but surely this was most unpredictable journey ever. I was never the one who would do things unplanned but this time I just knew that this has to be done. I had felt my heart already in my throat as soon as I had booked the tickets, and the excitement had broken all the previous records when the aircraft took off. And all this for just a probability of single sight of hers.

Now, I understood why they people lost their minds in love, I could see that doing it myself. I remembered the call from the from my batchmate who had just moved to Mumbai after five years in London. He was clueless about the city and I was surprised at my own words when they came out of my mouth – “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I am flying down to Mumbai this weekend. We’ll hunt a house for you.”  I think all this while my heart was waiting for a single opportunity to grab to just be in Mumbai.

Flight landed. I grabbed my bag and made a quick exit as if she would be waiting for me outside.  All this in such a hurry that if someone observed me would have thought me to be a criminal escaping the cops! I didn’t know if I would see her here. But there was this feeling that I would. May this is called hope… or may be love.. or may be idiocity. I smiled like an idiot again. Just the thought of her endearing brown eyes enchanted me.

 

To be continued….

 


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The Hope #3

 

Wondering what happened before?? Here’s it:

The Date #1

The Memory #2

Another week had gone by since I had returned from Pondicherry, I mused. The memories were still fresh from that day. I, once again started the slideshow of those memories in as slow motion as my car was moving in this busy weekend traffic. While I honked mindlessly, I cursed myself why had given in to my colleagues-turned-good-friend’s incessant request to spend this weekend at her place, when I clearly knew what it meant. The nights would be spent doing anything but sleeping. But I had agreed, only I knew why.

He had told me then he had a friend here in Mumbai. I know I was hoping too much when expecting to meet him like that in some pub or restaurant out of sudden were clearly not more than asking for a miracle to happen. But still I hoped, like a silly teenage girl. I hoped liked an idiot that he might have flown in for this weekend and might just bounce into me in one of the thousands of crowded places. But mere thought of having his glimpse again watered the seed of hope in my heart. This is why, I decided to sacrifice my quiet cozy weekend to noisy restless one.

This hope that filled my heart was fighting the demon of Logic in my mind. Was he as anxious as I am or is this just me over-thinking about an ordinary meet? If he was interested enough, he would have atleast dropped me a message by now? We are living in 21st century, when the lives of people are ridiculously rules by gadgets and social network. No approach anywhere! I am uselessly keeping my hope high only to be let down in the end. Just then when the Logic seemed to have killed the Hope, my heart spoke in whispers that we hadn’t exchanged any contacts and my social accounts were deactivated since past one month.

I reached my destination and but the war was still on. I parked the car and walked out to the front door and presses the doorbell. I smiled like an idiot while my heart and head fought over the person who didn’t even own a place in my life yet, a person whom I have met only once. But he had somehow already managed to make a place for himself in my heart. I wondered what one random date can do to my heart… to my mind… and to my life.

To be continued….


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