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Back-story:

It was beginning of 2013, you know how work can get into your social life?! Sometimes, good things spring out from them too. She was a co-worker of mine and we actually met briefly on a what-to-call-sort-of-work-dinner couple of times and I remember thinking that she was pretty hot, funny and alarming reminded me of “Rachel” from the TV show Friends.

*Nothing to brag about, just my perspective about how I looked at her then*

So I instantly text a friend of mine and asked, “Tell me about this girl”. Apparently she had a huge after work life, unlike me, where she’d hit the gym or go out with friends and stuff. Like a lot a lot. She was a sports junkie too. So much that it seemed that our paths may never actually cross. Uninteresting to certain point, our conversation existed through text over months.

By end of the year, the situation felt so ridiculous I had to clear my chest saying that, “I feel that there might be some friction between us, you know, ahem…” texting her.

“Why do you have these weird feelings?” She wrote back.

“Probably, I’m just a flirtatious nymph.” Said I.

Offended that I’m actually looking for something more from her. She stopped to reply. And I couldn’t care less, as I made a fool out of myself and hurt her in some odd way which I didn’t know off.

December finally rolled out, and I was hoping to amend, make peace, finally did some travelling late during nights, in and around her place, tried to incessantly call her several times, and in turn offend her further.

Basically, I just screwed up by being a stalker and an asshole. Big time!

ACT I:

One evening I receive a text from her, asking if we could meet up. I sprung out of my seat, texting back, “Certainly, Time and place, please?”. So I got out of work around 6, goggled with Listerine, and then zip over to her place to meet her. When I walk in, I see her running errands over the house finding clothes to wear, perfume of jasmine reeked over the trail of hers as if asking me to just not care about being in someone else’s house and just follow her where ever she went.Getting ready, with a black top and slim leggings, black. “Tharun” she says, giving me a hug. All smiles. It’s strange, meeting someone you’ve been trying to talk to for months, but never actually talked to. I feel like I already know her. But I don’t really.

We sort out a place to dine, with bar, book our tables, sang some local numbers on the radio and just drove! We had this no-inhibitions-what-so-ever look throughout the drive. We enter the restro-bar, I pull up a chair for her and asked, “Are you a whisky girl?”

She said, “Yes, Why is that so apparently displayed on my head.!!!”

Ordered ourselves two whiskies, and a soft drink to dilute the strong alcohol in hers and I liked to have it neat. We laughed, drank, laughed some more, smoked.. little more than we were supposed. By the time we got out it was, nearly 11 in the night and we wanted to grab some ice-creams, sort of relish ourselves of missing out on dessert at the restro-bar. On munching, the Choco layer, we started to rev the car and make it back to her place. Just as we were about to cross the adjacent block, the cops slowed us down and asked us for some ID.

ACT II:

“This is terrible.” Said I. “What a cherry to add to the night, just as I thought it was just perfect.”

We were on alcohol and driving, which was kinda risky and punishable, *bullshit, as I was perfectly able to reach back home safely* Any way, law had to be followed and we were prepared to pay the fine for it. Since the fine was little hefty, we had to withdraw the cash from the near by ATM and she said she’d come along with me rather than be alone, half drunk, in the car.

She offered to withdraw some money too and I, during the whole, getting caught and drinking shit, switched the card of hers with mine. So, basically, I was trying my pin on her card and she was trying her pin on my card. In the whole attempted failure endlessly, non-sober atmosphere, we gave up and informed the cops that there was no way we could get the money out. Showing some sympathy as there was no way around it, the cops left us away with whatever cash we had at hand, meager amount of 1,500 rupees.

Igniting the engines on and we drove away from the place. “Any sign of cops, we are hibernating till its daylight.” I said. We were driving, circumspectly, looking for any trouble looming in the darkness, as if we were being hunted. And in that drunk state, the thrill just enhances.

ACT III:

She wanted to drive by the beach and catch a cool breeze. I couldn’t say no as, I felt the need to let go of myself and be free. “To hell with the cops.” I said, “We’ll deal whatever happens.”. So strolled down the beach, getting some refreshing chilly air, caressing through our skins. We felt cold, but we didn’t want to leave. Finally, after spending sometime with the sands and gazing the earthly stars, she said, “We ought to get our asses back home.”

It was 3 in the morning, we drove ourselves back to her place, and I wanted to drop her off till her door step as accustomed to being a gentleman, accompanying her. “Thank you so much for making it special and giving me an opportunity to know such a wonderful person.” I exclaimed, partly relieved to have amended things between us.

She held my hand and hugged me, “I had the most beautiful and thrilling experience with you. Would love to do it again, except for the cop thing.” she said. Both of us burst into laughter and immediately reassuring ourselves, quietly, not to wake the neighbourhood at this hour.

“Very well then.” She said.. walking way to the door and me in the opposite towards the gate. “Just one more thing.” I said, running back to her and .. pausing for a moment, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Good night”, I thought to myself. Though we didn’t say much after that, but we both knew what we meant.