A Perfect Evening

 Life is like a book, series of chapters and characters. Not every character stays, not every chapter continues, but the life goes on, like the plot of the book. But there are certain chapters and characters, you wish to stay forever in the book of your life. But alas! They are closed by just a full stop. You wish the story to go on but it the just ends with the last letter of that last word of that page, forever. Here, in this blog, I am sharing one of those stories of my life.

Writing is my passion and sunset, my inspiration. I love the way how this city runs so fast and the time flows so slowly, during. Every view of this duration is so perfectly beautiful that it makes and keeps me alive. The colour changing canvas (sky) the sun attaining its beautiful shades bird flying all over the sky the zephyr teasing me with its smooth touch and most importantly, the hope of and the desire of seeing him. The boy I had the most beautiful sunset with.

I have met thousands of boys in my life, have known hundreds and have dated quite a few but I have met no one like him ever before. He was different, indeed.

It was the month of august. I was at home due to the festival of Raakhi.

So here’s a quick PS: coming home and visiting my parents is just a formality for all of us (my family and me), which has to be done once a few months.

So, coming back to the story. I was walking on the terrace. It was the period of sunset. I was enjoying the sky, the clouds and the conference call with my dearest roommates. We were teasing each other, talking rubbish and were having endless fun, and suddenly I noticed something. Someone was shifting the house exactly behind our home. He was a bachelor, instructing some workers to place his cartons on their respective place and was parallel talking over a phone call, with his mother I wish, insuring the other person that he had found the place and shifted safely. His calm gestures, a constant normal smile on his face and a mature at peace expression on his face made me instantly fell for him. I was so much into him that I forgot the fact that I was over a phone call. Watching him was like seeing a sunset or seeing a full moon on a starry night, soothing and relaxing.

The more soothing it was watching him the more awkward and embarrassing it became when he noticed. It made me so much embarrassed that I instantly left, both, the phone call and from the terrace. But since then, I couldn’t get him of my mind. He was the first thought that used to come in my mind the moment I wake up, and the last thing I am thinking while sleeping. I started visiting terrace more often, but we never collided, until, that one day.

  Unfortunately or fortunately, the holidays were over and I’d to pack my bags and had to return to Indore again. But before leaving I wished to see him again, may be for the last time. I even started climbing up stairs but papa called me back, as we were getting late and I had to leave.

I sat on my seat with a grief that may be he was there on the terrace and I didn’t go. May be it was all what god wanted. I put my earplugs on and started watching some YouTube videos. In a while I heard a voice. “May I sit here?”

Do you think the universe lights for the souls to be together? Some things are too great and strong to be a coincidence.

It was him. For a moment my heart skipped a beat, my lungs forgot to breath and my mind the fact that he was waiting for my reply.

“Uummm.. sure.” I somehow managed to reply

“But will you mind keeping the bag in the carriage, please.” I pleaded.

“Yeah sure, why not” he answered quickly.

And suddenly my phone rang.

“Yes mama!”

“Yes mama, I got the seat.”

“Yes mama I will call you when I will reach.”

“Bye mama”

“So, you live in Indore?” he asked politely

“Yes” was all I could reply.

“And where are you from?” I asked to keep the conversation going.

“Nagda!” he replied while taking out his earphones from his bag. Soon he got busy with his phone and I got with mine.

After an hour I felt a tap on my shoulder “Vijay Nagar?” he asked about the stop I had to get off.

“No, actually Radisson” I replied.

“Hey great, me too” he said with an ecstatic tone.

And in a minute we reached at our destination. He helped me in taking my bag off from the carriage and we got off from the bus together. I wanted to say goodbye to him but then, “walk?” he asked.

“Huh” was the only thing I could reply, nervously.

“Would you mind a walk? With me?” he was nervous too.

“Yeah! Why not.” I replied with all the confidence which was left inside me and suddenly my phone rang. It was mama again.

‘Yes mama”

“Yes I have reached”

“Yes mama, I will book a cab’

“Yes mama’

 “Okay bye mama”

“Mama?” he asked

“Yeah! So where are we going?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Let’s just walk.” He replied as if he were a vagabond.

“But, where?” I had to ask.

“Here on the road.” I must say I loved his carefree attitude but it did scare me for an instance then.

“Actually, there are some nice places nearby. Let’s explore.” He added.

“Why not.” I replied with an assurance as if I wanted to tell him that I do trust you.

“So what you do? I know you are a student but…”

“Last year BBA” I completed his sentence.

“That’s not bad. So, what’s next? Mba?” he interrogated.

“Yes, maybe” I replied after thinking for a while.

“It seems like you don’t wanna do mba.” He is intelligent.

“I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like why not, but sometimes. I just don’t know to be honest.”

“So, what do you want to do?”

“I really don’t know. I haven’t explored it yet.” I further on added “I guess I want to be a book writer or someone who reads novels. I love stories either way.”

“Do you really get paid for reading novels” he asked like a 5 year old kid.

“I wish”

And we burst out laughing.

“What do you do” I asked him.

“I am preparing for government exams, MPPSC for now.”

“So you wanted to do this since your childhood?” I asked as if I wanted to enter his soul

‘No. but it is my dream now.”

And with the every following step our conversation moved ahead.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” I asked this time.

“No” that was shocking.

“I always pray to god that I want to be a fish in next birth. I want to explore ocean. The beauty hidden deep inside.” I added for the sake of the conversation.

“Be specific with your wish my dear, fishes are also served as dishes”

“Funny” I wish that was.

“Well, what do I believe is that reincarnation is the next level procrastination. Look it’s just simple. If there is something you cannot do in this birth you just procrastinate it on the next one. If you wanna explore the sea, why don’t you take diving classes.”

“Maybe” I sort of agreed.

“And I believe you should live your life as if there is no tomorrow, as if this is the last day of your last life. If you really wanna explore the beauty of deep oceans, start diving.” He added.

And the conversation went on again.

“Hey! What is your one day?” he asked.

“One day?” That was a new concept for.

“It’s basically the most beautiful and your idea of a perfect day.”

“I don’t know. I’ve actually never thought about that. But what is yours?”

“I wanna dance.”

“Dance?” I was actually shocked.

“Not a normal dance. I wanna dance with my love. Like the lyrics of that song.”

“Perfect?” I completed his sentence, once again.

“Exactly!”

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight” and we started jamming the song together.

“Acha… what do you actually want to do in your life?” another question popped up.

“I want to travel the world and write small blogs on my travel experience. I basically want to visit every damn city, want to know the culture of every region and want to blog about them.” I replied.

“Travel is fun.” He was impressed.

“I know.” I surely know.

“So, what do you wanna do?” a formality question which I had to ask.

“I wanna get married.” Wow! What an unexpected reply. We burst out laughing together, again.

“But I seriously want to get married, and have a family.  A family, comprising; me, my wife, 3 kids and one dog.” He was dreaming this time.

“3 kids” I sort of confirmed

.“Yes. The concept of two kids is just so common plus this will lead to groupism which will make it so interesting to watch them fighting each time.”

I really wanted to laugh out loud. But I didn’t.

“Yes ! Three boys, and then our whole house will become a boxing ring. Two players and one referee. Is that what you want ?” I said it controlling my laughter.

‘No, not at all. One boy and two girls.” He corrected

“Two girls.” I don’t know I asked or exclaimed.

“Yes, two girls. I believe that girls are more intelligent and caring than boys. Isn’t it?”

“True! But we will name the boy kushagra.”I added on his list.

“Kushagra? But, why?”

“Arreey… it’s a nice name.”

“Fine, as you say. But we will name our daughters Anaya and Araahna.”

“Are these your girlfriend’s name?”

“Yes! Any problem?”

“No, they are nice.”

“And I was kidding.”

“So this will be our family haan?” we were sharing our dreams now.

“Yes, we will have our home in this colony.”

“And a library attached to it, there.” I completed his sentence

“A library? I was thinking about having a café.”

“What about my books?”

“Fine Madame, as you say. But we can have a café as well.”

“We can.”

“Imagine after years, when we will think about this moment, it will all seem like a dream then.”

We were quiet for a moment and were enjoying the beautiful scenery of sunset.

“I love sunsets.” I cut the silence.

“Since when?” he asked

“Since the evening I saw you.” I confessed

And suddenly his phone rang.

“Hello”

“Yeah’

“Yeah I will be there in 30.”

“Yeah max 30.”

“Okay cool, bye.”

“I guess we will have to bring an end to this conversation.”

I so didn’t want him to leave.

And then he asked “can I drop you till your hostel?”

“No please, I don’t want to trouble you and I know you are already late.”

“I insist, please.”

“Okay then.”

We were walking on the road silently.

“You look pretty.” He said.

I played cool and said “thanks” but I did a back flip inside my heart.

“This is me, College Girls Hostel”

“Oh, now I think even I should leave. It was nice meeting you.”

“Same here” I agreed.

This is how the walk ended.

We were so into the conversation that we even forgot to ask each other’s name and the moment I realised this, it was pretty late.

I visited ghar the following weekend, in a hope of something you all know. He wasn’t there. soon I heard that he shifted back to nagda after the MPPSC exam. That was the day when I learnt the real definition of the love. It is not about the kissing, dates or intimacy. It is about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that nobody else can. It is about being with someone who accepts you and your flaws. It is about being yourself around them and them being their self around you.

“I know it was over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.” The Smiths

Today, when I look back, I see the sky behind his door, the sky which pushes me forward in my life with every sunrise in the left and every sunset in the right.