From girl's perspective

As I never liked plans [my logic: plans generate expectations and expectations always hurts], I  surprised him with my message to meet me which he would have never thought of. Although he took time to see me, I could feel the eagerness in him to meet me, in his replies. 

Fear, excitement, courage, nervousness was the mixed emotions that were flowing within me while I was waiting for him. Finally, the two months of patience (i met him on social media two months back but I can never accept that this soul never knew that soul before those months) bore fruit and he was there in front of me, in his blue motorbike, formally dressed. We shook hands, his hands felt warm. I couldn't deny that my hands trembled to have him near me at the very moment. He took me to his office, we entered in, he locked the door, my heart sank in fear. It was my trust in him that drove me to him but if my trust failed I thought my self-defense techniques would work. (I congratulated myself for forcing myself to learn self-defense). There are moments in life when we have to decide if we're going to jump from the cliff to have adventurous stories to tell when we're old. 

It was that instant for me and I thanked God for giving me a Parachute. Parachute in a sense that the guy who appeared to be tough, self-centered, and freaky was someone totally different in reality. His innocent eyes resembled the purity that he had in his heart. Someone so lovable sat just next to me. I wanted to time-travel space, bring the button of time and stop it for forever (which was not possible ). For the first time in life, I kept no guilt to keep someone in my heart, knowing that he had so many feelings for me. The only thing that stressed me was an ashtray (his habit of smoking makes me worry) which was on the table just in front of my eyes. For some reason, I couldn't be the real me but he also wasn't the real him (over sweetness in him made me feel that). In spite of our imperfections, life seemed so perfect,...so flawless. I had never imagined that Saturdays could be so lively yet everything was dying.

I learned an important lesson that day: If you're not willing to take a risk, you should challenge yourself. I did challenge myself and lived my life once and for forever. (memories got stored, never to be deleted). We deviated in our own directions as nothing was to be forever. Sometimes not the spoken words but the silences of the tranquility are heard better.

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An Unexpected Date

[If this is called date then this is the most beautiful date ever.]

It was one of those usual Saturdays of October. I was asleep until 11:30 am because of late-night work when my phone received a message. At first, my hands shivered (an electric pulse was generated within me) to know that it was the message from the girl with who I had been chatting on Facebook for 2 months. She wanted to meet me at that very moment. I couldn't miss that chance to meet her (she was neither my girlfriend nor my crush) as she was totally different from the other girls. I made her wait for about an hour (although she was in a hurry) and reached the place where she said she was.

Her yellow Kurtha, blue ripped jeans, black shawl, brown blonde hair, and black block hills completely differentiated her from her Facebook profile where she appeared in a sexy western outfit most of the time. We shook hands (her soft hands felt cold as if she had no blood in her body). I took her to my office which was vacant(Saturday is leisure day). We managed to sit next to each other on the same sofa (although she sat on another sofa at first). As I looked at her, I realized that her photos were more beautiful than she really was, We kept on talking (I spoke most of the time). I played guitar and sang a song which she recorded on her lava phone (one lava with another: I commented!..she blushed with signs of disagreement). It was after a very long time that I was talking to someone about how I really felt. It made me happy. If it had been for other girls, Physics and Biology would have mattered but with her the only thing that seemed important was Chemistry. The inexorable fall of her hair that mostly covered half of her face was something that my hands couldn't resist putting aside. The same doors that often got locked to uncover the apparel, that day got locked and unlocked with just the reveal of thoughts and feelings. For the first time, it was with her that something beyond physical desires seemed indispensable. We decided to depart with short words of goodbye and promised to meet again with eternal sounds of silence (sounds never heard).

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