The Connection

R M Drake

The Search                                                The Search…(Part 2)

The Gaze                                                   The Gaze…(Part 2)

Have We Met Before?                             Have We Met Before? (Part 2)

The Answer                                              The Answer…(Part 2)

He was surprised at how easily he was able to talk to her. He had kept himself locked up inside a shell for as long as he could remember. But today it seemed like that shell had broken and he was finally free.

He had no idea where the night went. There were traces of memory when his friends left, equally surprised at his behaviour. All he knew was he had no need for more alcohol that night. He was far too drunk on her energy. Her stories, her life, the carefree attitude she had and the way she made even the most mundane topic so lively.

He loved how her hands moved in gestures when she talked. There was passion inside her that made her eyes sparkle.

Yes, she was different. There was something very extraordinary about her that he couldn’t explain. And that made him even more curious about her. They talked late into the night. It seemed so easy to talk to this stranger. But after 5 hours of non stop talking it didn’t feel strange anymore.

Something connected and he was hell bent to make sure this connection didn’t break.

Next morning he smiled while looking at his phone.

“We have to hang out again. Lets meet for  lunch.”, she had texted.

For the first time years, he looked forward to something other than work.

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The Cafe

He had noticed her the moment he entered the cafe. She was sitting on one of those large comfy chairs with her laptop in her lap. The 3 empty cups and a plate on her table indicated that she had been sitting here for quite some time now. She sipped ice tea while staring at her laptop.

In this crowded place, she seemed oblivious to anybody around her. Headphones in her ears, she looked like she had cut off from the world around her.

He forgot about his own laptop opened in front of him.

Dark ebony hair curled wildly around her face. She had loosely tied a section of it away from her face. Plain white shirt and blue jeans worn with pink Jutti’s. She wasn’t one of the many girls around him who hid behind layers of foundations, mascara, eyeliner and what not. He could not see any trace of makeup on her face.

She occasionally smiled at her laptop screen. Maybe she was watching a movie or some sitcom rerun. And her smile tugged at that place in his heart which he had long forgotten.

Her eye’s twinkled when she smiled and it made his heart jump. He wondered what she was watching on the laptop of hers which made her smile so prettily.

She was not a conventional beauty, but there was something about her that made you want to keep looking at her.

He could have watched her sitting there all day if she had not shut down her laptop, put it back in her rucksack and started to walk away.

He immediately looked down at his laptop, afraid that he would be caught staring.

Her every move towards him increased his heartbeat. He would never have had the courage to look up at her if she had suddenly not stopped right in front of him.

“If you talk as brilliantly as you stare, then do give me a call”, she said while slipping her card on his table.

She smiled that angelic smile of hers, winked mischievously at him and left the place, leaving behind a strong whiff of her jasmine perfume.

And all he could do was stare dumbfounded at her walking away while he silently blessed his stars.

A Balm For The Aching Heart

You can read the first two parts of this series here-

1. Love at First Site

2. The fine line between love and infatuation

 

I wake up to the sound of rain drops falling hard on my window. For me it’s the best possible sound to wake up to. I get up and look outside. It looks beautiful. It seems like it’s been raining for some time. I can see water logged on the road outside my home.

I quickly brush my teeth, pick up a towel and rush to my terrace. It’s going to be a shower in the rain today.

I step out in the rain and relish the feeling of the rain drops falling on my skin. The rain seems to cleanse my soul.

I had gone back to Rashi’s house when she told me that the video made at the wedding had arrived. There was some problem at the photographer’s end which lead to the delay in us getting the film. I had waited so long for it.

And my patience was rewarded.

He was there in this beautiful wedding film. Talking happily about his friend and wishing him all the best for his future.

His voice made me smile. I loved the way he was laughing and teasing Rashi’s brother. His laughter was way more endearing to me than his smile. I had taken a copy of the film back to my place saying that I had to show it to my family.

I listened to that 47 second clip of him talking innumerable times. I knew everything he said by heart.

Even now, standing here, drenched, I can feel his voice around me. The rains always have a weird effect on me. Every time it rains my brain turns into a Bollywood songs playlist and every single song picturized in the rains starts playing in my head.

And since the love bug has apparently bitten me I can almost see Vivek standing next to me and humming a romantic number.

It’s so frustrating sometimes. All I can think of is him. My heart aches to talk to him. I want to know more about him. Know his likes and dislikes. Watch him smile and laugh with him.

I know this is possibly the stupidest thing I’v ever done or thought, because being in love with someone you’ve never met is insane.

I look up towards the sky and close my eyes. I can feel the rain drops on my face.

Rains have always been my dear friend. And this time too they sooth my aching heart.

Your Insanity Will Be Your Best Friend

We all have been insane at one point in our lives. I don’t mean to offend anybody, but let’s admit it. We have all done something super crazy in our life that we would never have done had we been thinking normally.

Like maybe we fell in love with the wrong person, or cheated on someone, or ate an entire jar of Nutella in one sitting or wore yellow glittery boots with red pants or worse, paired this combination with a green shirt and blue eye shadow!!

I have not done any of the above mentioned.

No. I just talk to myself, or wear weird clothes, or find it amusing to push doors that clearly say pull or sometimes go to a store and try countless dresses only to end up buying a pair of socks. In my defence, those socks are cute. And sometimes I just say along all the announcements in the metro. Believe me that has earned me endless looks from people standing around me. Some of them even take a step back. 😛

And despite my being insanely crazy, I have some super awesome friends who though not encourage my behaviour, they do join in some times and have fun!

I have through the years realised that even though people around you would give you funny looks when you behave like crazy, somewhere deep down they remember the times they have been crazy, Because I don’t remember anybody who has never done something that the world in general would call insane.

And to be frank, I truly believe that there is nothing wrong in being crazy. It feels good to be out there doing something that nobody usually does. And at times, being crazy is that one trait that would make you different from everybody else.

I mean we find so many girls who dress perfectly with perfect hair, perfect make up and perfect clothes, but when you see some one dressed up quirky, you immediately turn back to look at them and smile. Sometimes even laugh!

And I totally love that. I think that if you can make somebody laugh, then there is nothing you can not do. Because giving someone that one moment in their day when they laugh out loud and forget everything else is the best thing you could EVER give to them.

Your insanity will always be the first thing that people will remember about you. I can with complete  confidence tell you that who ever knows me, would always remember me for all the crazy things I do. And this insanity has become my best friend.

 I would never for anything in the world change myself and give up being crazy. Because being crazy is a huge part of me and if I give up on that, I’m basically giving up on myself. 

I have voices in my head that make sure I’m always laughing at something or the other. And most of the times I end up laughing at myself. And when I say there are voices in my head, please don’t think I’m a nut case. Iv actually got myself tested by a psychologist. 😛

They are just the various thoughts in my mind which have a very strong opinion of their own. And sometimes I end up arguing with them loudly much to the amazement of the people around me who sometimes get worried about me.

So no matter how crazy you or insane you are. Embrace that part of you and paint the world red!! Or yellow or green or blue or purple. Whichever is your favourite colour! And always remember, your insanity will be your best friend. Always. It would never leave your side. 🙂