Time stood still

 I like things old school. Everything. Like my music choices.. I am more of a Simon and Garfunkel/Beatles guy than a  Coldplay/Maroon 5 guy. I am more of a pather Panchali/Kabhi kabhi guy than a Rangeela/Dabangg guy. I am more of a talk to her first then ask her out guy. Maybe that's why I took two years to even say a hi to you. We'd often go to the same park to run. It's a different story that I went there just to see you. Not in a creepy way. Never. When I saw you for the first time at the  society general store was when I knew I wanted to marry you. It took a whole lot of coming to the store regularly/waiting outside store/ volunteering to collect Ganesh Chaturthi money from the society to find out which apartment you lived at.  When you drew a ❤️ next your name in the receipt was when I realised you were interested in me too.  And then you shouting out loud that you go running every morning confirmed my theory. 

Then began the saga of daily morning rituals. That were followed by sleepy classes in college. You know what made me wake up and come all the way to the park? The assurance that you're gonna look at me from the corner of your eye and smile at me. That one smile would make my day, every day. 

Why didn't I ask you out sooner? I don't know. Maybe because I had built this image in my head about how we're gonna be? How we're gonna lead our lives. And I didn't want that to get shattered if we dated and I found out.it wasn't what I thought it'd be like. Turns out I was wrong. It has never been like how it was in my head. Its way better than that and totally worth it. 

I'd often see the anger in your face. It was quite visible, your disgust and disapproval about me just trying watching you every day. 

It took me a huge pep talk from my sister, now your best friend to get convinced that I cannot NOT take a chance with you. And finally, after 2 years 7 months and 3 days of seeing you for the first time. I spoke with you. "Err.. excuse me.. what's the time?" Those were my first words. To which you snarkily replied, "you have a watch.. look at it"."I'm sorry, my watch is broken, I didn't realise it" said I as removed it off my wrist and dropped it intentionally. From that moment, you knew I couldn't lie to save my life. Such awkward moments. We started talking nevertheless. And we haven't stopped till now. And now, after 17 years 5 months and 11 days.. I am here with you at the same park we first spoke. Did I tell you that my watch eventually broke that day? When I dropped it. 

As we walk towards the society Store, I take that watch out, it shows 07:06 AM. That was when the time stood still.

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