To the adventures of a Solo Trip: Thank You all the Good Men in the World.

To the adventures of a  solo trip.

Thank you all the Good Men of the world, Thank you.


This is going to be a bit long with real life experiences in details. Read at your own risk. Rantings ahead 😀

It was only a month ago, that I was found arguing with a friend on how men never understand equality. I was mad angry and I kept blabbering that all men were alike, and the society is so biased with them, that no matter what they do, they always find a way out of the mess, they get in. And, we suffer for  their deeds. My friend is very patient. She kept calming me down and trying to make a valid point by mentioning how good her father is and how good my father was, and that should be our standard to judge men and not some random guy who is molesting, abusing another woman to satisfy their ego.  Howsoever I was not convinced. The woman in me was reminded of the broken marriage one of my closest friends’  is going through, how much her husband tortured her before she finally let go of him. The girl in me was reminded of the threat I read in the newspapers daily about the molestation and rapes that were happening in the various parts of our country. The young professional in me reminded me of the gender-bias I faced when I just started working. The seventeen year old was reminded how much I had to struggle after my father passed away, just because I was a girl. There were men who told me, girls are meant to be married off and their father’s property and business to be divided among people who had sons. I was reminded how my mother was warned to not trust a girl child with her property and that the girl might run away with all the money. So, I was not convinced. I had too many reasons to call men privileged and the society biased.

One week after this incident,

I was travelling to Chennai for some work. I was mad late for my flight. I didn’t pre-book my tickets. And they only had a middle seat to offer me. I enquired about the aile and window seat beside me, which they informed were occupied by two middle-aged men. Now, I was super uncomfortable. I walked back to the Spice jet guy and told him if he could change my seat. He informed me that seats were filled and that he couldn’t help. Almost a minute later, he called me back to inform me that he would upgrade me to a SpiceMax seat without any extra charge, and that he understands that it would be uncomfortable for a girl to sit in between two strangers. I thanked him, boarded my flight happy and smiling.

Reaching Chennai, I had to go to Kancheepuram, a 70kms drive from the airport. I booked a cab. The girl in me scared with the innumerous molestation events we hear each day about the girls who travel solo, and considering it was evening time. The car broke down midway at a place which had bare population. Exactly what I was fearing. I had no water, no food, the night was nearing and the place I was about to stay at, for the workshop closes at 10 pm. I didn’t even know what to voice, I saw him making some phone calls, talking in Tamil. I was shit scared. Airtel net wasn’t working and I couldn’t even send my location to a friend or family. Out of fear and panic, I spoke nothing and waited till the driver fixes the car, praying God that I don’t get into the newspapers the next morning for being killed for travelling solo. Half an hour later, a group of four men came and were talking to the driver. The driver knocked at my window to offer me water.  He informed me, that it would take 20 mins and they would fix the car, that he had the mechanic come up. I still did not believe him, but I didn’t have the guts  to argue. Half an hour later, he started the car and took me to my destination, dropped me safe and sound. Said a sorry meekly for the inconvenience caused and left. He also mentioned that if he left the car, to get the parts repaired, it would have been faster, but he didn’t want to leave me alone, for it was unsafe. I thanked my stars. And, realised how wrong I had judged these men. I looked up at the sky and smiled. Voiced a thank you silently.

When I reached the venue, it was 10:30 at night. The gates were closed by 10. I somehow managed to get in for I knew for sure no food was waiting for me that night, and I had to sleep food-less that night. The place looked like those age-old holiday homes. I entered my room, unpacked, refreshed and around 11:15, there was a knock in my door. I was super sceptical to open it. I opened it slightly to see an old man standing with what seemed like food in his hand. He came inside the room and sat himself on the chair and asked me to eat. . It had Sambar, Rice and some potatoes semi-fried. I was like *what the F? Nobody does that to me?* in my mind. He had mistaken me for Tamil, because of my brown skin colour. I told him that I was a bong. He had poor English but I loved how he wanted to communicate with me. He told me that he is the cook here, he is being working here since the last 50 years. It is his duty to feed everyone before he sleeps. That he has a granddaughter who would be of my age, and that he had not seen her in the last 12 years. Finally when I was done eating and he was going away he shocked me by saying, that he saw me entering the gate all tired and hungry, its not his job to serve after 10 but he went to the kitchen cooked and brought me this meal hoping that if he is good to me today, someone somewhere will also be good and kind to his granddaughter. I was so touched. Till that day I only believed woman that a kind hearts. That Man changed my rigid thought I was stuck with since the last 10 years I have lived without my  father. I thanked him and dozed off to sleep.

2 days later, when I was done with the workshop I wanted to visit Pondicherry. Excited with the good days and good people I was living with. I realised, a happy woman is only the result of good men around her. I booked zoom car to drive to Pondicherry. I was out of my cage. I felt free. I found a place where I felt safe. Chennai to Pondicherry is like 155kms drive on the ECR- Eastern Coastal Road. It took me 3.5 hours to reach Pondicherry. The beautiful blue Bay of Bengal on the one side of the ECR and greens on the other side. That drive was the most peaceful thing that happened to me in the last 10 years, it was that serene.

I reached a different India. By then, I had begun to wonder if its just Tamil Nadu which was this safe or is it my perspective towards men  that needs to change. And suddenly from the nagging and sulking young woman to the extremely happy young girl. I felt good. I took a quick walk in and around the streets to see the place I was living at, before I called it off as the happiest day of my life. I lost my way back to the hotel. My phone was drained out of charge and dead. I had no idea how I would return back for I believed cities like this shut down sooner than ours. And I was right. I found no autos. There were very few people in the streets and they barely understood what I spoke. I was walking aimlessly to find atleast some help, and then I bumped into this guy and he only spoke Tamil. “No English” as they say. I tried explaining him by naming my hotel a 100 times. He signalled me to follow him. I was sceptical but I had no way anyways. I was mad scared for it was dark, roads were empty and I had no other option but to take a chance and trust him. I prayed to the almighty and followed him. 2 mins later, I spotted my hotel. How dumb of me! I was wandering two streets away and couldn’t find my way back. Howsoever the Tamil boy nodded and greeted and went away. True Indeed.. I was in a different India.

Next morning, I walked up to the roof of the restaurant for my breakfast. Most hotels in Pondicherry have roof top restaurants. Wow isn’t it? So after my breakfast was done, I met this girl. She introduced herself as the social marketing head of the hotel. Assuming she would be a local, I asked her what is the best way to get to Auroville. And, I just couldn’t believe what she uttered after that. To quote her exactly, “You are a solo girl travelling? I don’t think you should go to Auroville all alone. You know its all forest and unsafe there. Even if you take a driver, whats the guarantee you would be safe? The driver could be unsafe too.” I was like but I came all the way from Calcutta, I can’t miss Auroville. Infact, I was thinking of driving myself to the place. And she said, “Look I am nobody to ask you not to but if you are really that brave please go but do carry some pepper spray along with you. Last time my friends went there they were robbed, inspite of being in a group.” I bid her and walked down with mixed feelings. Because I had heard all good things about Auroville. But she was a local and she had negative things to say. I didn’t know whom to believe. Howsoever I went out to see more of the city. I hired a Vespa to get wings to fly around 😛 So I visited the churches, the temples, the Sri Aurobindo ashram, the beaches, the french café. I kept asking the same question to almost everyone I met that day.. is Auroville unsafe? So the Tamils claimed it to be dominated by foreigners so anything can go wrong; and the migrants said the local Tamils in the village can rob you on the road. I received a mix response. I had always been a stubborn kid all my life. I found a sense of thrill in doing the things that were forbidden. I decided to drive the next morning to Auroville. It was around 12kms from the place I lived in. Almost a cake walk for me, but  I had never driven to any village before. I was such a city person. I lost my way. The de-route took me 6 kms extra. After driving for 25 odd minutes I reached somewhere near the Auroville Beach. I had a left turn to take and drive another 7 kms. Initial 2 kms had hotels and people but post that it was all empty. And, to be honest I was a bit scared of the tyres. What if they punctured, whom would I seek help from? Howsoever very soon I reached a place so green that I had almost forgotten all fears and was busy appreciating nature at its best.. clicking pictures, collecting flowers and studying trees. Yes almost. 😀

And suddenly Airtel had no network. I didn’t know which way to go. I waved to a running vehicle to stop him. I knew he wouldn’t stop. For we the city people barely stop in these situations. We are taught not to stop on empty roads. We fear to be robbed. But that man stopped. I asked him about the way and he asked me to follow him. It was not his way. He went out of his way to guide me to the right route. I had started pinching myself by then asking myself if I was dreaming. Wasn’t it to good to be true? That’s how we are conditioned to grow. We are asked to not believe strangers, who knew strangers were so good. After around 10 mins, he pointed me to the centre. I thanked him and my stars. He left. I wonder if these men didn’t exist what would we women do.

I got a pass to the Matrimandir. Drove to the beach, ate at the bakery and was reading an informative that I collected from the Visitors Centre. Suddenly I recollected what my father always said, “Never punish the second person you meet for the wrong encounter with you had with the first. For every bad man that you meet, there is four good that you will see.”  I never really belived him for the life I had seen after him, without him was very tough on me. But that moment, with so much of goodness around: all that he said made sense to me for the first time. My thoughts took me back to the life I had spent as a fatherless daughter in the last 10 years flashed in front of my eyes. Yes, there were cousins who wanted to break me emotionally, but there was a brother, not related to me by my blood who stood by me through every emotional low. Yes, he was my father’s brother who insulted me and challenged my capability as a girl child, but there was an uncle, not related to me by my blood who believed I would overcome every hurdle that would come by. Yes, she was my aunt who warned my mother that I would run away with a boy with all the money, but there was a teacher who believed I would turn into one of the finest women living. Yes, there were too many selfish people that I always talked about. But rarely have I acknowledged the good men who have supported me when I was losing it out on humanity. To every jerk who stares at women as if they are going to eat you up, there are men who understand its uncomfortable for a girl to sit in between two men in a flight. To every uber incident that we hear every other day about women being harassed, there are men like Shakti Anna, who drove me safe to my destination inspite of the breakdown. To every mysterious old man tales we read in the newspapers who turn out to be serial killers, there are men like Gopal Pattan who gave me food at almost midnight. To every passerby who ignores people at trouble, there are men like that Tamil boy who helped me despite not knowing my language. To every road robberies and rapes we hear of each day, there are men like the one I met on my way to Auroville who went out of his way to help me for nothing in return.

Dear Good men, It is for you, we feel safe. It is for you, we feel privileged. It is for you we still hope to bump into a better human being, and that not all of you are rapists and opportunists. And this trip changed my perspective. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart from all the people I mentioned in the above instances to the people I couldn’t. I thank you all. There were more instances like so but mentioning them here will only lengthen this post. But before I end this, to all the woman who have suffered inequality for being a girl child.. Know that not every man is alike. Some men are good and they treat you like they treat their mothers and sisters at home. Raise your boys well, teaching them equality and they will make the world a better place to live in.

But before I stop typing.. one thing that I need to mention: Be careful too, not all men are good either. If I fell into the hands of one bad man in the whole trip. I wouldn’t be alive to tell you this story. And if something bad would have happened, you would have blamed me for taking all these risks that I did.  Because, the good and the bad, they all look good in the beginning.  What I learnt was, think good and trust people. If everybody out there was bad, the world would have no longer been a place to live. Its always a balance between the good and the bad. Choose wisely!

Love love!


Why are you not open to relationships?


So, this week I met this old school friend of mine, who asked me this eerie question: “So why are you not open to relationships?” I tried those, “I am yet to fall in love”, “It doesn’t happen to me easy”, “I keep falling for the weird ones”. And, finally after jabbering quite a lot, we got diverted and the conversations took its usual turn. But this night, I have been really thinking, this might be the common question asked to many women like me. So, what do they answer? So, I did this quick survey asking a few of my friends, on how they react to this question. People came up with answers like, “I am a workaholic, I don’t have the time for love”, “Maybe, its not the right time for a relationship yet”, “I am yet to find the right one”, “I have been into too many shitty relationships to get into another”, “I still have something left with my ex”, “I am in love with my freedom, I don’t want to be committed”.. And Blah!
And, then I asked myself, whats your reason miss? Well my answer is no different. I fall for the good guys and get bored of their goodness, and then, I fall for the bad guys and realise they are bad influence to my soul. I am back to square one.

So, the conclusion is you will have plenty men come your way before you figure out why you always keep falling for the wrong ones. Here, I am making a quick list on why they never work out usually.


So, once in a blue moon comes these books, tv series or movies that almost tells your life story. You relate to their protagonists. Automatically their love interest is what you start looking for around you. Anything close to that character and you fix your target, failing to realise what looks good in books, doesn’t even work closely in real life. You imagine yourself as the damsel in distress and expect a saviour like that in the books and movies. But real life is Savdhaan India and Movies are Fifty. Get real girls!


You have been an arrogant brat all your life. Nobody could ever chance you. Suddenly you have a friend who is too keen in your life. The more you ignore him, the more persistent he gets. Your resistance breaks down. He adds an unexplored side to you and you suddenly find yourself doing too many things that you weren’t comfortable with at first. These changes gives you an adrenaline rush. But girl are you really inherently the person he’s making you into? Or is he just influencing your thoughts? Check out!


All your life, you have had boys running after you. You have always have had all the attention. Suddenly you come across this guy who doesn’t care about you, he won’t even bother being nice. Your mind takes it as a challenge and there you go, tumbling down that tunnel, trying to win him over. How do you not see it? It’s written all over him—he doesn’t care. Or are they playing mind games with you, you would never know.. unknowingly, you would do all that he would make you do with his ignorance. Watch out girls, its only your ego. Draw a line before you fall into their trap.


Strangely enough this concept is so cliché and common. The idea of having an older boyfriend never gets old. You initially love it for they are more mature and you start believing on their experience of things. And then their master stroke in every argument, “I am older than you and I know it better than you”, kills your perspective. Now who’d ever want to be in a relationship like that? Some women still do, most of them opt out.


He is tall. He has a pair of deep intense eyes, beautiful lips, wonderful voice. Oh well, not everything can be controlled, especially not lust at first sight. You ignore the fact that you might even not be compatible with each other. You ignore all the red flags just for the pleasure and the thrill of being with him in the moment. Be aware girls, not the best way to go about!

You’re clearly not thinking straight here, so there’s no saving you from your own doom. So, this time think before you fall for another wrong guy.
And, forgive me for being so preachy.

Lots of Love.


Silly Boy

In her dark world, entered a prince. Tall, not-so-dark, handsome. She resisted him to her full strength. He invaded all her walls, entered forcefully. Finally her resistance broke. He created a virtual web for her. She started believing, she finally had someone who cared for her. She kept stating her fears, he promised, he would never leave her.  She started falling for him. That’s when he declared, he was just being good to her and didn’t even consider her to be his friend. It was very late. She was already caught in the web, she didn’t want to loose him. She tried becoming what would suit him the best. She kept lying to put up a better face in front of him. She wanted to be the girl he would fall in love with. Things got worse, a third person entered the story. Jealousy rose to its peak. Unable to express her emotions, she chose arrogance. He choose distance. They parted their ways.

Some months later, she decided to confront him. There came a letter from his end stating he didn’t want to hear from her, and that she should stay away. Another year from that day, she decided to speak, tell him the truth, he deserved to know. She called him to find out, he belonged to another woman. She spoke to him for about half an hour congratulating him on his new found love. He chose happiness, she opted silence.

6 years later. She finds out, his lady love that he-was-so-crazy-about is happily married to another man. He lives isolated in a port, void of any social media attention. She wants to call him up, share his greif, for she knows how it feels when your beloved is owned by another individual. But, what would she answer if he questioned her on why she still wants to join the broken pieces of his heart? They aren’t even friends. She dreams of him on odd lazy mornings, Sunday afternoon naps and thinks of him on restless and sleepless nights. His voice still echos in her ears, the flirty one-liners, the songs he couldn’t sing, the poetries he could write, the paintings he intended to create.

I wonder if he even remembers her, I wonder if she will ever forget him. I hope they meet. I hope she is able to confess of her love this time. I plead that he falls in love with her this time. I plead that they stay together for life.  I pray that they get married. I pray that they are blessed with beautiful babies and live together till eternity. Because I am a sucker for these love stories, and I can’t wait to hear more of what happens next in this tale.

P.S- I hope he finds this, and goes back to her. Silly boy.

The Ambivert I have become..

So some years ago, this night.. this time.. I would be out, all decked up in a pretty dress celebrating the New Year’s Eve now. And now, I am sitting up on the window pane at the top most floor of this building and watching people dance on the streets celebrating new years. That brings me to write this post so that I can help more people like me understand themselves better.

I was born to an extrovert father and an introvert mother. As a kid, I was more attracted to my father’s lifestyle. I loved him. More so, I wanted to be like him. So that was my adolescent years all about. Travelling multiple times each year, being outdoors, being social in most public gatherings, meeting new people, making friends, starting random conversations, getting to new places that’s opened up, laughing hysterically, long phone conversations described me. And this was my lifestyle too. I was a rich daddy’s spoilt brat. One fine morning my dad passed away. I coiled up for years trying to become an introvert in the sadness that prevailed in me for the loss of my favourite person, my beloved mentor. But like they say, life goes on and we are forced to live the life we have always lived, rather conditioned to grow. My lifestyle remained the same, but growing up cultivated my choices.

No, I was not an introvert yet.. but I started taking life through a different set of lenses. I started going out again after a few years had passed away. I suddenly realised, I didn’t like the crowd any longer. I was no longer the flamboyant speaker who would speak to new people, and make friends in seconds. In fact I preferred to be the observant. I loved being that. It was a peaceful place to be. I travelled and I still do, but rarely do I talk to a co-passenger. On Friday nights, I chose to skip dinners and cook at home. On Saturday nights, I chose to skip pubs and read a book instead. On Christmas Eve’s I started skipping the parties and opted for quite dinners. On New Year’s Eve I started skipping the countdown bashes to sit down on window and think about how to make my life more organised and watch other people celebrate their Eve. Like most introverts, I didn’t have the expression issue. It was always my choice, whether and when I wanted to or not. I could still speak up my mind. I could still laugh hysterically provided I am with a friend, but I make new friends no longer. I could still talk to a random stranger but I preferred not to. I only talk when a topic excites me or I keep a strong POV about it. And, as soon as I am done proving my point, I would not utter a word and be the best listener. I am always looking for knowledge in any form, listening to people and their experiences help me fetch them. I am so sorted in my professional life that you would never know how unorganised I am in my personal life. One day, I am up to get the world, and I am the most social person you ‘ll ever meet. And on another days, all I would do is sleep over the whole weekend. I need peace and quiet time with myself. I am very persistent at times and very impatient at other. Pushed out of my limits, I am quite a monster inside me. I can relate to both introvert problems and extrovert problems. I am aggressive, whimsical, and  then I get bored easily. But no, I am not shallow. I am an Ambivert!


There is a very thin line in between an extrovert and an ambivert and then again an introvert and an ambivert. An ambivert can be a bit of both the worlds, yes they have problems in the crowd and yet again, they can hang around in the crowd, provided you can keep them curious and excited.

2016: That it was!

So this year was about gaining weight, taking a lot of risks, buying a car, being responsible, not having an accident driving, breaking a mobile again, travelling less, learning to give back at the negative people, standing up for my POV.

2017 should be about losing weight, eating right, learning yoga, managing time better, getting organised, giving up on the wrong people, be around positive people, Go Goa, Go South-India, road-trip ladakh, get a new place for self, be more strategic, be more social.

At 25+ some years

So they ask me.. why didn’t I get married? At 25+ some years, when do I plan to get married? Why do I always postpone marriage proposals? Who is my ideal man? Or am I secretly in love with someone they don’t know? Or is it that I am so heart-broken that marriage and relationship is not in my checklist? Why am I not in their list of “normal girls”? Why do I change my professional choices so often? Why can’t I stay in a routine 9to5 job? Why can’t I stick to a normal life? Why do I feel the need to travel so many times a year? What am I running away from? What am I running after?

Well, I am running after happiness, peace and prosperity. I am running away from negativity, crabs and all that is mundane. I plan getaways to explore, to stay away from the crowd. I travel for I seek happiness in my solitude. I have only one life and I want to live to the fullest, I don’t want to be bound by a 9to5 job. Ofcourse money is important, so I look out for options I can take as long as I am young and free. Law, Psychology, Designing, Apparels, Business.. I have it all in a single platter. And, I want to explore more. What is your list to be a “normal girl”? Yes, I am a girl who wants a home other than the one that belongs to my father and my future husband. I like being independent and more importantly I love being Free. I am a reckless driver, whimsical writer, maniac photographer, a travel enthusiast, an aspiring globetrotter, an advocate of startups, paranoid gambler, a crazy kid, doting daughter, loving sister, angry friend, and an impatient n silly lover. And if thats not your definition of normal, I am not. Heart-broken?? Well I believe I have two hearts – one is always broken, the other is always whole. Yup, I am secretly in love. Self-love is the term. I don’t really have a definition of an ideal man yet. Someday I hope, I would. You see, I am a free-spirited, bold, laid-back, independent girl and I care way too much about myself to even think about someone else. And to that question, why am I not married yet or not going to marry anytime soon?? That my love is because I am yet to find a man I would die without.

That is how you lose a person!

They met at the crossroads tonight in the dark. They met because it was destiny. She walking back home. It was all in a moment. Two eyes locked in a moment and then they were far away from each other moving in the opposite directions.

It was a short glance. She thanked Him in her mind for letting her grow up.

After she had walked away  far from the place, she realised she didn’t even turn back to see him walk away.  She forgot to turn back!

He was the guy she always wanted to meet but now she dislikes the idea. He was the one she always wanted to spot in a crowd but never could, and today when she met him, neither did she smile, nor did she greet, and to top it all she didn’t even turn back to see him walk away. Perhaps because there was no need. There was no emotional connection or rather very little of it to do anything ahead.

He was among those who couldn’t have had enough of her smile. Infact, she smiled only because of him. An year ago, the thought would have been painful, perhaps to both of them. But, not anymore.

She was just a little surprised with her set of emotions and its changing ways. She remembered the last time she saw him, she turned around three times while driving, back to see if he turned back and waved. And, he did. Her heart melted inside with glee. Perhaps, this time there was no need to look over her shoulder.

She realised that people don’t lose someone all of a sudden. They usually let go of a person each day at a time. She did the same.

She let him go in parts.

The feeling of love and its charm, were the first things to leave her. Then the sudden urge to call up for no reason was gone. Then urge to check on Facebook and text messages constantly, blurred. Finally, the phone calls faded away.

With time it was hard to picturize the colour of his eye balls or recall his scent. Then perhaps, the liking towards him vanished. Then the smile lost its warmth; and the laughter, its joy. The words turned from bitter-to-cynical-to-just-ordinary and before she knew it, that Face- that face became just another face in the crowd. That is how you lose a person, one thing at a time.

As, she walked down the path in the dark, she didn’t look back. Perhaps, he is loved by some other girl, and her heart yearns for another man.

Two Lives!

He is there, still living parallel lives.. loving, hating, smiling, and crying.

the protagonist, She is.. trapped by ideology, opportunity and lack of expression.

There are certain songs that make you cry. She doesn’t sing them, she plays them again and again and again in her head.

He holds a grudge against her. She sometimes writes poetry about him.

She often dreamt of meeting him on a rainy day with red roses; walking hand-in-hand to lonely alleyways.. rushing to smell of the rain and each other.

He often dreamt of lonely dark rooms; hoping for someone to arrive.. rescue him from the darkness.

They would’ve probably been in love.
But, She is trapped in her ideology; and He in his inner demons.

Now, She has found another dream.
And, He another port.

Now, there are no sudden bouts of passion on lazy summer afternoons.
There is no sarcasm, no flirting and no silly conversations.

She is living a could-have-been,
She does not write any longer.

He lives,
hundreds of kilometres away.
He does not sing any more.

The distance is their loss as they do not travel to cover that.

Poila Baishak: Bengali’s NEW YEAR.

So, here is our new year.

My “New Year”.

and as this yr is about to start.. i am making a list of things i want to do..

Wake up early. Go to bed on time, meaning not 4am!
Write everyday. Read books I already have and not the ones I just get.
Eat healthy. Eat more veg food and learn to cook more of veg food.
Cook in. Eat at home more. Avoid restaurants. *Lose Weight*
Take walks. Take pictures.
Document my life.. via the blog, and silly li’l pictures.
Eat more fruits. Make salads at home.

Be more productive. Laugh loudly and more often.
Hand-write more. Use the pretty stationery I have lying around.
Travel more. Take more road trips.
Be kinder to myself. Not worry so much.

Speak up. Be more forgiving.

Give myself pedicures and manicures at home.
Soak up the sun. Wear my sunglasses.
Make decisions easily. Be more silly.

I don’t want to be stressed out this year. I want to be happy. Silly. And smile more 🙂

In his arms!

Back from work, her phone beeped. It was his message. It didn’t open. She tried calling him up. It said not-reachable. Disappointed enough, she fell asleep. Some 12 hours later, she got up to some 15 missed calls and a text. She had to run to complete the few things she had lined up for the day, so that she could go pick him up from the airport.

Done with her work, she got out to fetch a cab. The Sky was grumpy, she was not. Probably, it was about to rain. Probably, she was happy. She felt good about herself, about her life. Its the kind of good that drags a smile in a face unknowingly. She was late. He landed some 25 odd minutes ago. She couldn’t locate him. She stood in a crowd of thousands unable to trace him, suddenly her phone stopped working. She felt sad, the kind of sad that makes one feel so restless.

And, then she spots him, from afar, walking in her direction. Everything else blurs out, like it happens in her favorite movies. She could only lay her eyes on him, the background gets blurred. She was finally getting a hang of things, getting over the work stress, getting over the sadness, getting over her anger, looking forward to good things – the things she longed to speak seated next to him. There was just something about him. Something about him that makes her wish, she lived with him forever. But she hated him. She had decided to break all ties with him.

He is about some 20 feet away. He looks at her – he smiles, he waves his hands. She stands firm and cold with nothing but a faint smile on her face. Its as if she is stretching her lips too forcefully to smile. She thinks about the last time they met, the last time they fought, and then he left. And how she promised to self that she would never see him again. And again; she is here, standing right in front of him. This is what she hates. She can never keep her words; and again, this is what he loves about her. He is the only boy in the planet who can make her do all these weird things in this world. She stands in front of him and melts into a shapeless heath of wax. Like what the fire does to the candle. He was the fire and she, the candle.

What is it about him? His dark hairs or dusky skin? His intense eyes or husky voice? His black jacket or white shirt? Is it the way he walks that makes him so very attractive, or perhaps it’s the way he talks, or what he talks about that makes him completely irresistible.

She was lost in her thoughts and she had an emergency to deal with. He was nearing. His smiles nearing. She could see him more prominently now. His eyes, his curved little dimple, she could observe it all. He is about some 10 feet away. He looks at her and winks. Her heart melts, but she does everything in her power to stop herself from running to him. He was coming closer to her. There was a spark in his eyes, but also longing. It seemed like he missed her as much as she missed him. Her smile grew wider. He was in her hearing distance, but not close enough that she could touch him. She could almost feel his skin on hers but he was not quite close yet. So she waited, waited for him to get closer. She waited for him to speak. He slowed down. He spoke of words that she couldn’t hear. All she could feel was his bristle around her neck, for she was in his arms in lesser than a second. So close, that she always wanted to be.