It’s about love…[Take-45]

[Take-44][Beginning of the story]

A long shortcut

It was first time I was going to see Mansi (MissedCall lady). We’ve been talking on phone for over two years now, but have never seen each other in person. Not even pictures. Though it was easy to share pics, but we were happy with pictures that we could draw from the voices. She has been living in Rohtak, Haryana and me in Mumbai. Today was the day when that shadow in my imagination was going to have a face. Mansi has been in Mumbai for past five months to pursue her MBA. She is a typical small town girl. Earlier she was very charmed with Mumbai’s fast paced life, but soon it got to her nerves. I’d been helping her out in everything that she needed to anchor to Mumbai life, from day one. Still, it took her five months to think about meeting me in real.

We set up a meeting in a CCD that was about equidistant for both of us. I was actually excited to be meeting my phone friend. I put on a white shirt on blue denim jean. It was a long route by mumbai local. But with music player in my pocket, I tend to enjoy these still moments, with myself. There is no worry, no hurry and no anxiety, even though I was meeting her for the first time. I used to be more anxious before seeing Ati first time everyday. It’s all in the bloody brain.

I reached the rendezvous point and dialled her number. I could see a thin, fair girl sitting alone on one corner of the cafe, looking at every face with attention, with her hand in her purse. She was clad in a light blue salwar kurta. I could understand that she was searching for her ringing cell phone in the big ladies bag she was carrying. I wonder if there were rabbits inside. She did not look punjabi at all. But, I knew it was her. I waved my hand and she replied back.

We enjoyed the coffee, (she likes coffee), and talks for about three hours which went past in a jiffy. It was an extremely different feeling, trying to compare a real thing with what I had been imagining. I understand how radio listeners would have felt watching television for the first time. She looked beautiful in her frameless glasses and short deep black hair. A beautiful array of white teeth between those light pink lips give her a perfect smile that could steal any heart. I might have lost my heart had I been carrying it. I narrated you this story because Mansi, in those three hours of talk, convinced me to propose the lady, I fear,  I am in love with.

[To be continued...]