Her face was as bright as the sun that shone that day. And she was as hot as the summer heat that was settling down. I was sweating like a pig, but it wasn't her. It was the weather. It had been a while since I had my last hair-do. Neither had I shaved. All in all, I looked pathetic. On the other hand, she was beautiful. Heavenly beautiful, She was perfect. Her hair, her moist skin, her clothes, her fragrance. Everything about her was PERFECT.
I had found the love of my life. She was the girl that could set me right. She completed me; my flaws. She was ambitious and her excitement was indeed infectious. Her smile, was as soothing as the early morning, cool, summer breeze. Seeing her smile, made me calm. All my worries vanished away. It was an absolute bliss. We came closer to each other, still the stare was locked with smile on our faces. We came close enough that our bodies touched. The warmth was exchanged. My right hand on her lower back, her hands on my shoulders. My nose sniffing her freshly shampooed hair. My lips close to her right ear. Her hand at the back on my neck caressing my hair. All this happened just in matter of seconds, when we hugged. It didn't last long, but I still can relieve those few seconds. Our embrace broke as I whispered a soft "HI" in her ears.
Our smiles widened. She asked me about my luggage to end the awkward - but one of the most beautiful - moment. I kept smiling at her like an idiot. It made her blush as well. I opened up my laptop bag and took out a package. I gave her the package. She opened up with a smile on her face. She put her hand inside and took out a Cadbury Dairy Milk. I asked her to dig in the package further. She pulled out a Soan-papdi (Indian Sweet) packet.
"Chintu, Soan-papdi !" She almost screamed in excitement.
"Where did you get it from ?" She couldn't control her excitement.
"Does it matter ?" I countered her.
"Tell me, where did you get it from ?" She blushed as she repeated herself.
"Mumbai, before I boarded the train." I said with a smile on my face. It wasn't me. Her smile was indeed infectious.
"Thank you so much, Chintu. You remember everything." She thanked me for the surprise.
"I have to, I am in love with you." I said with a wink.
She just blushed and handed me her Activa keys. I drove as she sat behind me with almost nothing to talk. That day, I simply couldn't stop smiling. We entered the cake shop to order one for the birthday girl (My Mumma). I ordered one kilogram of chocolate cake. One tip to all the male readers, girls love chocolates. No matter their age, or their relation with you. Even if you don't know the girl and gift her chocolates, you will leave an everlasting impression on her. Trust me on this one. Just the look of chocolate made her mouth water. I could see it in her eyes. I had an early morning train, so even I was starving.
We left the shop and I asked if she wanted to have something to eat. I knew, coming from a typical Bengali family, her mom had made fish for lunch. And she absolutely hated it. So I put an offer that she couldn't refuse. "I am starving, want to have some eggs." I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was smiling. She had become one of my very best friends. I knew, Chicken and Eggs were her favorite. We entered Egg Station and got a table. I asked her to order something. She ordered a Cold Coffee, Gotala and Bhurji. Mahn ! This girl knows what I like. And I absolutely loved her.
The food arrived and we ate it. Occasionally we fed each other like a typically-in-love couple. We were far from it though. We chit-chatted the whole time. We finished the food and left the restaurant. There was still time to kill. We entered a mall and got a table at the Cafe. Time flew by with blitzkrieg speed. I wished it had slowed down. We drove back to my place, collecting the cake on our way. I stopped the vehicle a bit away from my place. We got down and bid goodbye to each other. We hugged and she drove away.
Meanwhile, I asked my friend to reach at my place with the luggage. He was waiting. I got in the car and reached home. I got down with the cake in my hand. My grandfather got up from his seat, utterly shocked. He smiled at me and a tear rolled down his eye. I rubbed of the tear and hugged him tightly. My grand-mom was still confused, seeing me there. She couldn't digest, what she was seeing. I bowed down and touched their feet. I asked about Mumma. She was out for some grocery shopping. Perfect. I decorated the cake with candles and lit them. I heard the main gate creek. I almost ran out to her and hugged her tightly. She couldn't stop smiling either. This time, my eyes got wet. "Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved." I took the grocery bag from her hand and started singing "Happy Birthday". She saw the cake as she came in. I stopped her there and asked her to blow the candles.
She was happy to see me. And I was finally back in the city I loved the most, back with my family, back to the two loves of my life. My Mother and Arpita.
I had found the love of my life. She was the girl that could set me right. She completed me; my flaws. She was ambitious and her excitement was indeed infectious. Her smile, was as soothing as the early morning, cool, summer breeze. Seeing her smile, made me calm. All my worries vanished away. It was an absolute bliss. We came closer to each other, still the stare was locked with smile on our faces. We came close enough that our bodies touched. The warmth was exchanged. My right hand on her lower back, her hands on my shoulders. My nose sniffing her freshly shampooed hair. My lips close to her right ear. Her hand at the back on my neck caressing my hair. All this happened just in matter of seconds, when we hugged. It didn't last long, but I still can relieve those few seconds. Our embrace broke as I whispered a soft "HI" in her ears.
Our smiles widened. She asked me about my luggage to end the awkward - but one of the most beautiful - moment. I kept smiling at her like an idiot. It made her blush as well. I opened up my laptop bag and took out a package. I gave her the package. She opened up with a smile on her face. She put her hand inside and took out a Cadbury Dairy Milk. I asked her to dig in the package further. She pulled out a Soan-papdi (Indian Sweet) packet.
"Chintu, Soan-papdi !" She almost screamed in excitement.
"Where did you get it from ?" She couldn't control her excitement.
"Does it matter ?" I countered her.
"Tell me, where did you get it from ?" She blushed as she repeated herself.
"Mumbai, before I boarded the train." I said with a smile on my face. It wasn't me. Her smile was indeed infectious.
"Thank you so much, Chintu. You remember everything." She thanked me for the surprise.
"I have to, I am in love with you." I said with a wink.
She just blushed and handed me her Activa keys. I drove as she sat behind me with almost nothing to talk. That day, I simply couldn't stop smiling. We entered the cake shop to order one for the birthday girl (My Mumma). I ordered one kilogram of chocolate cake. One tip to all the male readers, girls love chocolates. No matter their age, or their relation with you. Even if you don't know the girl and gift her chocolates, you will leave an everlasting impression on her. Trust me on this one. Just the look of chocolate made her mouth water. I could see it in her eyes. I had an early morning train, so even I was starving.
We left the shop and I asked if she wanted to have something to eat. I knew, coming from a typical Bengali family, her mom had made fish for lunch. And she absolutely hated it. So I put an offer that she couldn't refuse. "I am starving, want to have some eggs." I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was smiling. She had become one of my very best friends. I knew, Chicken and Eggs were her favorite. We entered Egg Station and got a table. I asked her to order something. She ordered a Cold Coffee, Gotala and Bhurji. Mahn ! This girl knows what I like. And I absolutely loved her.
The food arrived and we ate it. Occasionally we fed each other like a typically-in-love couple. We were far from it though. We chit-chatted the whole time. We finished the food and left the restaurant. There was still time to kill. We entered a mall and got a table at the Cafe. Time flew by with blitzkrieg speed. I wished it had slowed down. We drove back to my place, collecting the cake on our way. I stopped the vehicle a bit away from my place. We got down and bid goodbye to each other. We hugged and she drove away.
Meanwhile, I asked my friend to reach at my place with the luggage. He was waiting. I got in the car and reached home. I got down with the cake in my hand. My grandfather got up from his seat, utterly shocked. He smiled at me and a tear rolled down his eye. I rubbed of the tear and hugged him tightly. My grand-mom was still confused, seeing me there. She couldn't digest, what she was seeing. I bowed down and touched their feet. I asked about Mumma. She was out for some grocery shopping. Perfect. I decorated the cake with candles and lit them. I heard the main gate creek. I almost ran out to her and hugged her tightly. She couldn't stop smiling either. This time, my eyes got wet. "Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved." I took the grocery bag from her hand and started singing "Happy Birthday". She saw the cake as she came in. I stopped her there and asked her to blow the candles.
She was happy to see me. And I was finally back in the city I loved the most, back with my family, back to the two loves of my life. My Mother and Arpita.
