Made for Each-Other

After work I was rushing through the busy bylanes of the home-bound city. I had to meet someone. This someone and I had been meeting for a couple months then, and I was in a hurry because I didn't want him to leave and hence stand me up.

If a man and woman meeting this way is called a date, then so be it, call this a date. A Dutch date, if you know what that means.

We had consciously changed the venue from Cafe Coffee Day to this one. To something more open air. Because we wanted it to be more akin to the worlds we lived in, more noisy, more unkempt, more real.

This one was inside some sort of a park. Near the parking lot of the park. We took the table at the corner. That felt like the end of the world because beyond that the bush began that separated the coffee shop from the park. Evenings were a busy time for this place but, you know big cities, no one is concerened what you are upto is such a relief.

Bill boards flashed on my face. Traffic got more messy. But hail the metro! I reached before it got to totally dark. In the dim-lit darkness, I figured out his outline fiddling with his phone. A smile took over all the previous expressions on my face.

Had I been in his place, waiting, I would have stared out into the open. I don't know what this difference between us meant. Nevertheless I came to meet him as it was routine on friday evenings.

I reached the table and dragged my chair out. He kept looking into the phone except for a momentary glance at me. I leaned back on my chair and tossed my hair back. Breathed in deep, relaxed.

I wanted to sit like that for sometime and then get up and leave. My mouth was too tired to talk, eyes too tired to see.

Waiter came in, I ordered my coffee. And sat there trying to get over the day. He kept doing things that would be classified as the antithesis of paying attention. Weren't we just table-mates?

I felt an urge to go home, for my couch. I grabbed my purse, paid and stood up. Almost simultaneously he stood up and said " I will walk you home"
"Walk me home?"
"Hmm yah?"
"You mean till the cab? "
"Why is that a problem?"
"Not at all"

I give up when we start conversing in questions. I almost immediately agree.
~made for each other~

13 comments:

Abhishek Khanna said...

main thoda confuse ho gaya

d gypsy! said...

you've been inspiring me to blog again but i dunno if i can do it this perfectly...

Niklaus Wirth said...

Nice pic in the end.

wildflower said...

@ abhishek
kyon?!

@ gypsy
u did it & u did it better..

@ niklaus
:)

me... said...

i liked those shoes.... :P this reminds me of appreciating the fact that u actually choose apt pics...

none of your said...

A gentleman is recognized by his polished shoes! this man is damn gentle( see, how well his shoes are shining in the pic ). lucky you (he is made for you )

wildflower said...

@ none
arghh! people..!
yu were supposed 2 notice sumthn els abt d pic..but d shine..

RYTHME said...

wat happened after dat??

wildflower said...

nothing..& till date nothing has happened :P nothin can happen actually .. never ask ! :)

N said...

haha! nice :)

arvind said...

If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.. (dont ask me where me get this..)leave that - is he nvr hail ur beautiful eyes?

Anonymous said...

@Niklaus Wirth... C'on dude.. Its just a shoe - what grt did u find in it... u rjust doing a DP...

wildflower said...

Why do men never get that pic is absolutely beautiful?! You're doing DP 'ere :P