The meeting.

Before you read this meeting, I want you all to know that this whole meeting and scene is imaginary and I poured out every bit of my imagination into this. Thank you.


It was all planned. It was scripted as far as I know. He drove out of his garage at 8 sharp as they had planned and God had planned the rest for them. He knew the drive would be the test of his patience and tolerance. There were knots tying in his stomach and butterflies running all over his body. He was anxious to meet her. It had been too damn long. He craved and she imagined it every second. And then this beautiful summer day came. It was hot but whoever cared about it. His hands were still shivering on the steering wheel. The guy who never sacrificed sleep for any person in the world was now wide awake with his heart beating crazy fast in the morning. These moments were rare. This adrenaline was even rarer. His idiosyncrasy and her enchantment was the most imperfect yet perfect match ever. It was amazing how he had changed so much for a person. All this thoughts formed a circle in his mind as he drove listening to her favourite songs.

Three years, and still he was thinking what good deed had he done to deserve all this, but then came the answer which always did, "It does not matter if you deserve it or not. What matters is if you are grateful or not."

Now there's no easy way to narrate all this, so I'll just go ahead and do it.

They are inseperable, unmatchable, invincible and their imperfections add upto perfection the moment they are together, which is all day, every day. Both of them had been waiting for this day with all their patience and everything they had left. There were imaginations, visions and dreams that this meeting followed. And the smile didn't leave his face his whole journey towards his destination. He did not have a care in the world. He was going to meet her. Damn. She's his cure, his medicine, his anti depressant and everything good in his life. Thinking all this, he reached there and parked right outside the restaurant where she was supposedly waiting for him. "Damn, what am I going to do now?", he said, holding his heart nervously, holding himself shakily. Before his mind was able to think anything, his feet started moving already towards the door and he didn't think anything. He opened the door, and there his eye caught her immediately. She sat there, looking down, on a side table, safe from all the stares except mine. It was not like anything he had seen before. She was not like any girl he had ever seen before. Frankly, he had never even actually starred at another woman, but there was something in this girl which caught him dead in his tracks. He stood still there while she sat there equally nervously waiting for him. He did not know what to do next, but he sure as hell was not going to miss the moment that could have changed everything.

He walked upto her table and stood there, waited for her to look up and she did not until he put his hand on her shaking hands. She was there, without any makeup, without any dressing up for a special occassion. Simplicity dripped from her, exactly how he wanted. She always somehow knew how he wanted her. And then that precious, beautiful moment came. She looked up and the shine she had in her eyes was something comfortably out of the limits of this very world. He knew he had something indescribable going over there. It was like a whole new world right in the middle of that restaurant consisting of only those two and I don't know how to put it into words. His hands were still on her hands when he sat down opposite her and starred into her eyes for the very first time in a long time. She always looked extremely gorgeous, but she somehow managed to look even more gorgeous every single time he saw her. The way the light in her eyes danced, the way her body language changed totally around him and the way she blushed told stories of how much she reciprocated his feelings. While outside their world, the whole restaurant was kept busy while the waiter came a couple of times to their table but they didn't seem to pay attention to him so he went away. Outside their world, life went on and did not stop at all. The daily affairs kept happening, the cars kept speeding up on the roads outside and the people kept working and doing their stuff but does it matter? They were in a trance. For a while which seemed like ages, he did not say anything besides the greeting and neither did she. He knew the moment he got entrapped in this trance, he won't be able to leave. He got lost in her breathes and the way she tried to keep her hair away from her face and failed. A strand of hair still owned a fraction of her face, and God knows it only made her more beautiful. And then he finally gathered the courage to say something.

"Let's leave."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's go somewhere else. Somewhere far."

"But why? This place is okay."

"No, it is not."

Saying that, he held her hand and she stood up realizing his plans. She was helpless against his will. He led her out of the restaurant tipping the waiter and opened the door of the car for her. She sat happily, surrendering everything to him. He got behind the steering wheel and just drove away, without any directions. And then he put his hand between her hands and just like that, she held his whole universe together so tightly that there was no chance of anything slipping out. He came across a wild spot, just located in the outskirts of the city and the clouds covered them up so properly that he knew in that one moment, that it was all scripted. He knew this was never going to fade away. Even when she wasn't in flesh with him or he with her, this was never going to blur out. The memories would be always like a fresh mirror, starring back, haunting, urging to happen again. They stopped there and just sat still there. And then they talked. It wasn't the usual conversation. It was the one where she giggled so much pouring out everything she had ever wanted to tell him while he starred and starred and just starred. He smiled once in a while and she knew what was going inside him. It was the conversation of the eyes and the hearts. Words were exchanged, so were slight touches. And that was the summary of the most beautiful day of his life. Now he's living in the afterglow of that day, waiting for it to happen again.