You, Me and (not) our love story - Chapter 2

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It was still raining. But that didn't seem to stop her. She was in an unusually good mood. She wasn't the type of girl who made men turn their heads in awe. Sure, she had big beautiful eyes, jet black hair that reached a little below her shoulders and a perfect jaw line which only accentuated her already perfect smile and those mesmerizing dimples that showed up every once in a while if and when she had a hearty laugh. But all this often goes unnoticed as she liked to keep a low profile. The closest that she had ever come to make up was using a Kohl and eyeliner occasionally. Her eyes radiated so much confidence and spoke volumes to someone who was observant. She was used to hearing as to how beautiful her smile was, but this compliment about her eyes totally caught her off guard. She was intrigued. She wanted to get to know that person who could read so much into her and yet she had absolutely no clue as to how he even looked.

Damn you Avanti, She cursed herself. Its not like you meet men like him on a daily basis. But you had to embarrass yourself like that in front of him didn't you? 

She quickly started recollecting what all she knew about him. What is that one important quality that an author must possess, she quizzed herself. Imagination!! squeaked her mind. Over the course of years,she had made up a couple of imaginary characters in her mind. So up till now, there was idealistic Avanti(IA), overly dramatic Avanti(ODA), smitten Avanti(SA), jocular Avanti(Javanti) and finally the one and only sane one, not so Avanti(NA). Well because you know, I am anything but sane, she chuckled. 

So Avanti, you met a guy, medium height lets say? It was none other than IA

Hey I think he was little taller than that, SA cried out.

Oh you guys, remember how he was sitting and was gone the next minute, reasoned NA and so this argument is baseless.

I hate how she is always right, whispered ODA.

Lets discuss his dreamy eyes, pitched in SA.

You know smitten is an understatement. You should be called obsessed. And you are this close to becoming a stalker, Javanti guffawed and the rest joined in.

This went on for some time and they reached a conclusion that it was impossible to track him down. She continued walking, feeling dejected.

As soon as she reached home, she hastily put down her bag and logged in to her laptop. On her way back, she had dropped a message to her boss saying she will connect from home. And so she had to. She had a couple of emails and she started responding to them, almost typing unconsciously. When will I ever muster the courage to quit and do something  I want to, she sighed. She hated her job. She religiously did. But somehow she was still working. The money was good. Job nature wasn't very demanding. And hence she continued. After about 2 hours, she thought of taking a break. She logged into her facebook account and the 1st post she chanced upon was about some trip to Ladakh. Out of curiosity, she navigated to that link only to find herself so captivated by what the trip had to offer. And in no time, she was drafting an email to her boss telling him that she will be going on a vacation for about 15 days in another 2 weeks. 

LADAKHHH!!!!! All her inner voices screamed in unison.

To be continued...

You, Me and (not) our love story - Chapter 1

A heavy downpour accompanied by a major thunderstorm brought the city to a standstill. It seemed like the rain gods were lashing out for all that is done against the nature. Here she was caught in the middle of nowhere, begging the rain gods to show some mercy but all her pleas were falling into deaf ears as the rain only seemed to gain momentum with every passing second. She was a Senior Executive in a reputed multinational company. As fancy as the name sounds, the job involved prosaic number crunching, not exactly the kind of job that excites her. Secretly, she had always wanted to be a writer and she kept assuring herself that she will become one, someday. Needless to say what she would be doing in her free time. Reading and writing had become part of her biorhythm. A bibliophile that she was, she had a separate room for the love of her life, her collection of books. As much as she wished she could go back home, cuddle up and read , she was overcome by a disquieting restlessness. It was getting late to work, same old mundane work, she thought. If only I could gear up the courage to quit and not care, she sighed. 

It was 9:30 and she was already thirty minutes late to work. Her stomach started to growl reminding her of her hunger. Great, she thought. Just then her mobile began to ring. Another call from work which she had no intention of attending. She switched off her phone and headed to the small restaurant which was pretty close to where she was waiting. She ordered a sandwich and went to occupy the extreme corner which was isolated from the rest of the restaurant. She fished for the book in her bag and started working on the story that she was writing. Halfway into her sandwich, she felt the presence of someone sitting right opposite to her staring at her intently. She pretended to be impervious to the eyes that bore into her and then she was no longer able to take it. What? she demanded. He responded with a nonplussed silence. She gave him a good long disparaging look and when she was satisfied, she got up and left. Exactly then, the waiter ran towards her with her sandwich. It took her a good 30 seconds to realize what she had done. She turned back only to find him gone with a note on the table that read, you are welcome for the sandwich by the way. And hey, beautiful eyes Avantika. 

She was washed over by a gamut of emotions. She was enraged, guilty and happy all at the same time. Enraged because he was gutsy enough to look at what she was writing. Guilty because of her brash behaviour and finally happy because, well obvious reasons. She couldn't help but blush. All the bad things since morning seemed like it never happened. A random comment by a random stranger made her day. Without second thoughts, she headed home.

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