Have We Met before?

The Search

The Search…(Part 2)

The Gaze

The Gaze…(Part 2)

He wasn’t particularly fond of clubbing, but once in a while he went out with his old friends.They would meet and catch up over a couple of drinks.

His three best friends were the only people who understood him. They had come a long way together. From college where they chipped in money for tea, to this day when they were sitting in the classiest club of the city.

He really needed this break today. All week his mind had been playing tricks with him. He really needed to get those eye’s out of this mind. It was almost like he was losing control over his feelings. He couldn’t lose control. No. Not again. He had to divert himself from thinking about her.

He didn’t even know who she was. He had seen her just for a couple of minutes. And yet she had been in his thoughts all week. He was determined to let go of this infatuation.

But fate had other plans for him.

They had been sitting at the bar when he heard somebody come up next to him and place an order for drinks. A smooth voice. Deep, with a certain authority in it.  He wouldn’t have turned around if he hadn’t heard that drumming of nails. There was impatience in that drumming. He seemed to recognize this impatience.

He turned around and saw what he had been trying to run away from…

She was standing right next to him. Dark ebony hair framed her face that glowed from within. In this crowd she stood out. She was not like the many girls in this club. There was something mysteriously enchanting about her. She was like the ocean. Pretty enough on the surface, but you had to dive down to it’s depth’s to see what treasures it held.

He would have kept silently staring at her if she hadn’t turned her head his way.

Her eye’s met his and for a moment he saw a spark of recognition in them. Eye’s that he could stare into for infinity. He could see a smile playing on her lips, and before he could say anything, he heard her ask, “I’m sorry, but have we met before?”

 

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The Fine Line Between Love And Infatuation

Is it possible to fall in love with a person, when all you’ve seen is a picture of him? You’ve never met him or heard his voice. You don’t know anything about him but his name. And still you fall in love with him?

I know it’s not love but an infatuation. All these feeling have been unreasoned.

How can I think of myself in love with a person who is nothing but a photograph in my life? And he does not even know of my existence.

I know it’s crazy but ever since I saw that picture of him at Rashi’s house, all I can think of is those eyes.

‘Vivek….’, I say that name out loud and smile.

This guy is thousands of miles away from me. He does not even know that there is a girl named Tamannah thinking about him day and night.

I can see his face every time I close my eyes.

My mind clearly say’s that it’s an infatuation. But my heart just refuses to believe this. They are in total conflict with each other.

Forget about the voices in your head, I seem to have voices in my body! My brain and my heart are literally wrestling with each other on this.

I had gone through every freaking picture of the wedding just to find more photographs of him.

I found three more. And in all three his lips had a smile and his eyes were twinkling. I secretly copied those pictures and saved them in my pen drive. I didn’t want Rashi to think of me as a nut case.

Of course she knows I’m crazy, but this would have certainly certified me as one.

I’ve gone through those 4 pictures infinite times.

I asked Rashi about him. He’s working as a financial advisor in London. I’m in my final year of my master’s in financial management.

‘Coincidence’, says my brain. ‘Destiny’, my heart replies.

I roll my eyes at these two and start searching for something to eat. Food is the only thing that would keep me distracted from him. The foodie in me is happy at my decision. I run to the kitchen and look for my mom’s famous chocolate chip cookies.

 

You can read the first part of this series, ‘Tamannah’ here- Love at first site