I cannot keep this to myself any more – I have to narrate this secret story today and right now. Perhaps an untold story of so many girls confused and wrapped in societal codes of conduct like me.
Few years ago during summers, in the scorching heat of the unrelenting sun of Delhi, after 3 tiring sales meeting I spotted my savior; a McD outlet. Hungry like a pig, I decided on a big burger and a large ice tea. While I was patiently standing in the queue waiting for my turn I saw this guy, whom I still can’t forget.
What caught my attention was something very different and unusual! I loved his glittering eyes – the way he looked at me. My eyes met his and we, sort of, admired each other. Nothing spoken, nothing exchanged! Strange, isn’t it? I ran my fingers through my already well combed hair and tried to look away to avoid eye contact. But in situation like this, more than ever, hearts race and nerves numb. I again looked straight into his eyes. Glittering they were; shiny and moist like a placid waterpool! I passed by him with a little distance and the whiff of the air around him made him even more attractive. But my mind said WAIT and I counted of the many reasons to not look at this stranger again. Why can’t I ask him for a coffee like the romantic heroine of the Hollywood movies? No, I told myself, this is so much against the proper social conduct. ‘But why doesn’t he mind his business and stop looking at me in that particular way?; He is a guy, he is allowed to ogle!’ I found me speaking to myself.
This guy was different; he is just looking in my eyes with so much affection. Something was extraordinary about him. If I recollect correctly, he was no macho man… but a simple guy of wheatish complexion, clean shaved and was wearing a nondescript light blue denims with a white polo shirt. I silently took my order and grabbed a corner seat near the glass window.
In a while, he came to me and his lips articulated something which I could not catch. He repeated Hello! And I was brought back to my senses; he politely asked me if he can share the table as it was too crowded. I nodded in an Indian way saying Yes sure. We quietly had our burgers looking here and there – me sometimes looking at him. I sensed a reciprocation of my feeling; or maybe it was just my interpretation. But we said nothing, not even asked each other’s name!
And what? What are you expecting… nothing happened, we just went each other’s way never to meet again.
I remembered him today… It’s summertime and after my market visit I am again at the same McD outlet with the same burger on the same seat but this time..