"Love is like an hour glass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties, that’s when he became a poet and she became a poem…”
I was cheerful , reached college with no plans whatsoever, regular meetings with some juniors and my seniors, suddenly I got a call on my cell, a known but almost forgotten number, this number flashed after 3-4 months, had her online we planned a sudden meeting at a nearest so called mall , I was rushing out of my college , my juniors were stopping me, but I had to rush , because I wanted to meet her, no offence I always had a soft corner for her, and nobody had the better priority as compared to her, well whatever, we finally met , she was looking stunning (as always but you will need my eyes to admire her eyes) , we were talking like anything , I was talking nonsense , she was equally competing for the similar kind of nonsense, so point is we were roaming here and there ,talking bullshit ideologies and nothing practical, but again I was impressive and she was stunning…
Later that evening the same number again flashed on my cell, luckily I was outside of my house, we again had another stupid conversation resulted in an informal beginning of an affair, god knows how I managed my sleep that night, I must admit, I planned almost everything for my rest of the life, next day I had to reach back Gurgaon, need to report to my office and I was in no mood to leave Moradabad, Moradabad was never been so beautiful then to this fateful day. I wanted to meet her, I wanted to see her face , but I never felt so helpless , this was my first official romantic experience, Well somehow me and my X managed next 13 days over the phone only , she had her own restrictions of home but still she managed 2-3 calls daily till I planned another trip to Moradabad, we planned our first official date, she had her practical or something , and In old town some “ juloos or some pad- yatra “ for some minister was scheduled but neither me nor she was aware of it, she called me at the same mall at 12:30 , I was there at 12:00 never wanted myself to be late on my first date, and I was waiting for her and trust the only thing which she actually helped me to improve is my patience and my waiting skills, finally she came and I can still visualize each and every thing she is entering through that automatic doors of that mall, a blow of air on her face , her hair moving from her head to face and then she saw me and smiled, she was wearing a grey t-shirt and a black jeans and she was looking absolutely stunning, I can still hear the tin-tina-city of the wind chimes when she entered , she was walking and with those curious and inquisitive eyes , she was desperately wanted me a hug from me I can bet on that, but we were in Moradabad there were some limitations , we settle down together , she was silent , avoiding eye contact , I was silent , only watching her, actually admiring her, we both were silent despite of the fact that we use to talk for hours prior to this Date , then she said “ please aise mat dekho yaar’, and I said “ you have the most beautiful eyes in the universe and I can cherish each and every moment admiring your eyes”. The day we actually elaborated the meaning of “Rock on”….
PS:- All the character of this story are fictious any relation with the real world would be purely coincidental. issued in public interest