From the wide plethora of books/movies available, I had
learnt that LOVE can happen due to one of the below reasons in decreasing order:
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Fate
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On one of your bad days
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Déjà vu
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Hormonal
Certainly I will pick the second for me, lest as Raju (the
school Bully) would say Mr KD, You need the right Gut to fetch the right **** (rhymes
with Gut).
So here I am looking
back , to a well bygone tale , but each dime spent worrying and tending the
same is worth falling back to time again and again.
“Ticket”, exclaimed a coarse voice, disrupting the visual
trance that I was slowly passing into.
Oh! Did I forget my train pass again? If yes, surely it would
be a bad day for me, not sure of what the same meant to the Ticket collector,
who shall have to do his routine calculation and hand over to me the fine
receipt.
Bad day.. And a beautiful smile, tethered on my lips.
So shall I find love today based on the above clause, the
train whistles past a sprouting waterfall and the grey image of the reckoning
soul casted on the silvery tunnel wall, beckoned the answer was in the negative.
“Gone are the glory days “ . My hand slid past the front
pocket and produced the ticket in the most dramatic form possible.
Sadly no one was amazed, except the little boy hinged at the
corner of the seat.
The weather was damp and hot, quite contrary to the day that
I meet the perfect someone.
It was a perfect day in Pune,an upcoming Metro city then, ill-timed
with the awaited annual promotions. So as expected, Mr KD, knowledge as he has
of worldly pleasures missed upon the professional drama. While others where
basking in their glory (of promotions), our narrator was busy finding himself a
reclusive area to spend the day.
In the Upper Ground floor housing the working area of the
company, there was a pedantic corner, as I used to describe to anyone flocking
in new to our team.
“So KD, why don’t we use the corner, to rank up the bastion
of in-experienced joiners ?”, Sharma used to say.
And I used to muster , “You are the kindest of the managers
I have ever met”
I still wonder
whether Mr Sharma took my remark as a complement or as sarcasm.
Anyways, so on that day I took up a seat in the damp corner
, obscurely placed , a reminiscent of cheap architecture practice , and there
someone exclaimed, “Sir , its my seat “.
“Not for today, dear”, I blurted out, with the joy as do the
Captain’s have when they have successfully anchored their ship on the harbor.
The figure didn't budge from my back, and irate as I was ,
turned around exclaiming “Would you mind…” the rest was figurative .
I sat
gaping at the most beautiful of eyes housed behind the commonest of spectacles.
