(Act 2) – 24 JAN 2009 (Saturday):
Saturday came little too faster as if even ‘Time’ was keen to know the next part of the story. And… I met her again, she was wearing a white Tee, a tight black ‘pepe’ jeans and a green open hoody… usually ”green” in clothing does never attract me… but the way it looked on that fair complexioned girl was something that intrigued me. Further, the way she called my name at first glance was enormously sexy. She showed me her nailpaint on her fingernail tips just like an 8 year old girl showing her new clothes to her Dad. But I tell you, that tingling red nailpaint took my breath away.
Further, the silver nose pin and a thumb ring which only girls justify wearing made her look even more gorgeous. For a moment, I wondered if life were like that special pack of “TATA SKY” with that “PAUSE” feature in it, I would have paused the current scene forever to keep looking at her, but since life’s no “Jinga Lala”, so, one moment, ‘aur mai apna Dil kho baitha’. This is the thing with girls, if they know you like them, they show up with more such vibrant clothings and spend more time than usual infront of mirrors painting their nails & faces, just to drill a hole in your crazy heart.
We went to ‘Food Fiesta’, one of the best food places in the state. Ice-Creams are always delightful and melt faster especially when a hot gorgeous girl is sitting besides you. She started the most appropriate topic, asking me what did I think about ‘Love’ and ‘feelings’ and ‘relationships’.
I told her about my philosophy of love, feelings and relationships.
“You fall in love, you propose a girl, if the girl says “No”, you’re gonna meet your best friend, ride to some unholy place and lit a cigarette to burn your desires into ashes, and if lucky she says “Yes”, then you waste hundreds on mobile bills, put a big dent to your own pocket, kill your time, invite backlogs in bulk, kick your own @$$ and screw everything, and later end up with a break-up – ‘a sad loss’. Then you become room-sick, cry to yourself and tune-in to Jagjit’s songs “Jagg ne cheena mujhse mujhe jo bhi laga pyara…” I replied without a pause, without even taking a breath.
She laughed and didn’t stop at all. I too laughed but resumed to my ground state after about 30 seconds, but she continued for about a minute. In those extra 30 seconds I couldn’t understand whether I should wait for her to end this laugh with a brick-face or accompany her in laughing by exaggerating the effects of a joke… of a fact, infact.
I felt like this was the right time to tell her about my past relationship and without any second thought I told her about ‘Shaifta’ – my ex.
She was quiet for a moment. Then she smiled at me and said “Past is past… forget that…”. This obviously made me happy as it confirmed that she didn’t have any problem with my past. During this excitement stage, I started pondering about “WHY” this made me feel happy? I mean “HOW” does it matter whether she has a problem with my past or not… Why I am telling her all this…? Who is she to me…? Isn’t she just a friend? Or am I dreaming something I never dared to dream…? What is this after-all? The perplexity of my own thoughts made me silent and dumb.
Finally, watching the Sun-set together, before we diverged to our homes, she asked whether I was free on Monday. Obviously I was on vacations and didn’t have any problem, so I said “Yes” followed by “See you on Monday”.
Pertinently, same day in the evening, after I’d my dinner, I jumped to my bed late after 9 PM, visited her Facebook Profile and stalked to each and every ‘info’ of her profile and finished viewing all her ‘Photo Albums’, twice, including her own photos and photos of little kids and cats and puppies – a usual girl profile. This is with girls, they think adding kids of dogs are cats will make their Facebook Profile more attractive than any normal-human display picture would… weird it sounds.
PART III
26 JAN 2009 (Monday):
It was today ‘Jab We Met’ again. This time she came on a Pink Scooty and I was on a Polished White newly Modified Yamaha Fazer. Both the two wheelers stopped outside the ”City Square” where we had decided to meet for shopping. Her appearance? Well, I’m not going to tell you about her appearance, because then, for sure all male readers gonna start fantasising about ‘Aaliya’ which I as a lover-writer would never want. Yea, I mean that pretty she looked. Moreover I have always been very much possessive about my commodities and assets I own, and owning such a beautiful girl would be a dream of millions of lovers.
Anyways, I walked towards her and such an idiot I am, you see, I was trying to look through the dark thick black glasses of the ”Ray Ban” wayfarer that she had put on, as I couldn’t resist ignoring the beauty of her eyes which were damn beautiful. Everytime I looked into her spanish eyes, I would feel like getting hypnotized. I could feel miracles on ground, as if the entire world revolved around two of us. And finally when she removed the screen from her eyes, I could start feeling such miracles from close enough. She was looking beautiful as usual with those thick black eye liners and I don’t know what she had applied to her eye lids, something like that ‘flashy sparkle effect’ with so many different shades, they were shining including her lashes. I call it ”decoration” rather than a ”make-up”. But it’s good that girls take some time out to decorate themselves.
Anyways, after having a cup of ‘Hot Corn’ we entered ”City Square” for shopping. Now I had to choose a pair of ”jeans” for her. “Ladies Jeans??? What??? Oh yes, I had to make a choice for a girl’s jeans I’ve never done before…”
Anyways, we decided to finish shopping first & then spend a complete evening in ”Yo!China” restaurant. Whilst walking aimlessly up and down, heither and theither in the mall, entering and leaving one shop after another… suddenly encounter an unusual scene while climbing an escalator… we both paused… and while we both were trying to put the first step on it, she got an inertial jerk… and to my utmost shock… she held my hand for support, she held it tighter…
”Goshhh” I couldn’t believe that.
Lump in throat, heart felt like horses racing, ‘blindness’ felt my ears, and ‘deaf’ felt my eyes. Another ”Gosshhh” when she held my hand even more tighter even after reaching the approaching floor and I’m damn sure my innocent pale face turned to ”Red” that moment, may be beyond that, ”purple” I guess. I mean I agree I was excited, but it was little uneasy at first with hundreds of people directing the pupil of their eyes towards us, as if those pupils shot bullets at me… sooo ‘tough’ those ‘happy customers’ seemed to me that moment.
Finally, when I couldn’t resist a mutual but ‘awkward holding’ of a girl’s hand in public, I was straight in telling her, ”Aaliya, mmm… I think… the way we’re walking hand in hand in public, log kya sonchenge…?”
And completely amazed at the best ever response a guy can get, she said, ”Log hamare baaray mai kya sonchte hain, agar ye bhi hum hi sonchenge to phir log kya sonchenge…”
”Hahahahahaaa…” and we both laughed together like psychos, and walked as if our Dads owned the Mall. Very soon I escaped that situation, and while approaching “Yo! China” where we had already decided to spend time together, she looked at me and said, “Shayaan…”
“I have a wish…”
“Wish?” I was little surprised to know… “What’s the wish?”
“I want to go on a Bike Ride with you… right now…” she said with a cute innocent face to which I could never say ‘No’, infact no man could ever say ‘No’. This is the thing with girls, they can so easily change expressions of their face that you easily get entrapped into their motivational-net to get ready to even jump from a mountain.
I didn’t exactly know how to reply but only my heart knew how excited I felt that moment. “Bike Rides… I’m passionate about Bike rides… and especially a girl at pillion… that would be the most amazing moment…” I thought to myself… and with this I finally showed a green signal… and we left the ‘City Square’ after done all the shopping for the day.
“So you too are passionate about Bike rides? Hmmm? Usually girls are Car-lovers. You don’t seem one?” I just asked.
“Yes Shayaan. I’m very much passionate about Bike rides… and about Cars… I don’t like those long drives in cars… but yea if it’s Audi A6, mmm… nothing like that. That’s my only crush in life… but not lucky enough to own one…” she replied.
Well, Yamaha’s are great products, I am a fan. Moreover handling and comfort of this modified Yamaha had already taken my heart. I geared first whilst she took the pillion and at first she just placed her hand on my shoulder, but first speed-breaker made her hold me around my diaphragm and with a tighter grip. I loved it. Surely this was the best moment of my life. She then removed the clips off her hair and left them open for winds to dishevel them freely. I could feel the adrenaline rush in her and that excitement in her eyes. It was a “Wow” feeling for both of us.
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