Brazen Bourne
I have a few days off; so I have decided to become the Batman. I get up at 4 (in the afternoon), have my breakfast and do some exercise. I head out then, and generally am not back before 2. Yesterday, I came home at 12 and my mom was kind of shocked. I find nights so much better than days, be it the weather, traffic, ambience, or even the creativity peaks up. I am able to write during the nights; I have a writer's block during the daytime.
Anyway, coming to the muse of the blog post. I was at a party, and I noticed a girl in the open area. The reason why I noticed her in particular wasn't her incredible good looks, or her impeccable dressing sense. Frankly, it was because she looked like a Lakme model. Her height was close to 6 feet, and that too when she was wearing flats. It is girls like her who reinstate my faith in God, for granting me with a good height. I went and stood next to her and said "You look quite tall, dating in India must be quite an issue for you." Quitenon chalantly she replied, "Well, tell me about it. So many filters have to come in." In a jovial tone, I said "Well, I am 6 feet tall". She gave me a quick glance, more so to check if I was wearing flat shoes. We talked for a bit and exchanged numbers.
We interacted over the phone (not texts) and decided to meet up. It's not that 'I have nothing else to do', but I respect other peoples' time. I was there ten minutes before time. After 'five minutes', she was almost half an hour late. I became quite furious, and hung up the phone on her. But as soon as I met her, all my anger vanished. It was as if a shot of drug had hit me and calmed me down. It wasn't just about her perennial beauty, but the vibes around her were so different.
We were sitting at a rooftop cafe overlooking a lake. Everything was perfect, as if shot from a Karan Johar movie. She looked so beautiful in the dim yellow light that I couldn't just take my gaze off her. She had an explanation for coming late; sh e took longer in getting dressed and looking perfect, and I should be happy instead as she made the extra effort for me. There are quite a few instances when I don't have a comeback; this was one of them. I was holding her hand and noticed her fingers. I have never ever seen such beautifully crafted pencil thin fingers. We were talking about the city being unsafe at nights. As it turns out, she is a karate black belt and a national level basketball player. So in case we got into trouble, I would have let her be the Batman.
We went back to her place after the drinks. An untidy room, according to her is equivalent to the cleanest my place has ever been. During our talks she referred to me as 'Brazen Bourne' a number of times. I hadn't heard that word before. Initially I thought that she is referring to my hot bronze skin tone. Later on, I decided to check once as the context at times wasn't quite in synchrony. As it turns out she was calling me that for being bold and upfront. I won't go into the intricate details of what happened later in the night, but it was quite a memorable experience. We met a couple of times in the subsequent days.
So is this it? Does the quest finally get a happy ending? Well, her mother was coming to visit her for a few days. I won't be in the city anymore, by the time she leaves. I have come to a realization that it isn't the ending that matters; it's about making the journey memorable. This definitely was a memory which I will cherish forever.
Later
Sidhant
Anyway, coming to the muse of the blog post. I was at a party, and I noticed a girl in the open area. The reason why I noticed her in particular wasn't her incredible good looks, or her impeccable dressing sense. Frankly, it was because she looked like a Lakme model. Her height was close to 6 feet, and that too when she was wearing flats. It is girls like her who reinstate my faith in God, for granting me with a good height. I went and stood next to her and said "You look quite tall, dating in India must be quite an issue for you." Quite
We interacted over the phone (not texts) and decided to meet up. It's not that 'I have nothing else to do', but I respect other peoples' time. I was there ten minutes before time. After 'five minutes', she was almost half an hour late. I became quite furious, and hung up the phone on her. But as soon as I met her, all my anger vanished. It was as if a shot of drug had hit me and calmed me down. It wasn't just about her perennial beauty, but the vibes around her were so different.
We were sitting at a rooftop cafe overlooking a lake. Everything was perfect, as if shot from a Karan Johar movie. She looked so beautiful in the dim yellow light that I couldn't just take my gaze off her. She had an explanation for coming late; sWe went back to her place after the drinks. An untidy room, according to her is equivalent to the cleanest my place has ever been. During our talks she referred to me as 'Brazen Bourne' a number of times. I hadn't heard that word before. Initially I thought that she is referring to my hot bronze skin tone. Later on, I decided to check once as the context at times wasn't quite in synchrony. As it turns out she was calling me that for being bold and upfront. I won't go into the intricate details of what happened later in the night, but it was quite a memorable experience. We met a couple of times in the subsequent days.
So is this it? Does the quest finally get a happy ending? Well, her mother was coming to visit her for a few days. I won't be in the city anymore, by the time she leaves. I have come to a realization that it isn't the ending that matters; it's about making the journey memorable. This definitely was a memory which I will cherish forever.
Later
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