I was going on a business trip to this beautiful place, a land that had beaches, sunlight and everything in paradise that you could imagine. A day before I was leaving I was more excited about meeting a certain individual, someone who I always thought could understand me, hear me out and share everything that she felt with me without any filter. It was a year since I last saw her, it was a couple of months since we last talked, but something about this opportunity still seemed so attractive and dragged me towards this feeling of a positive expectancy.
So then I got there, to this paradise, spent the first couple of days doing what I always do, and then came this moment when we were to meet. She invited me to this place, a dimly lit restaurant with a lot of character to share what you felt and to connect on a whole different level.
I walked in through these huge double doors, looking out for her, and she comes running towards me, shouts out my name and gives me a tight hug. Oh! It felt majestic and I could have been in the warmth of those arms all night. We then sat at this table, which was pre-occupied with some of her friends. We talked and talked and talked, with me being engrossed in her face, glistening in the candle and yellow ceiling lights. Most of the time, I did not even realize what we were talking about and I was lost in those eyes. She even caught me a couple of times but I made justifiable excuses to avoid an embarrassment.
Of the parts of the conversation I do recollect, there was this one small chunk of time when we were talking about our failed relationships and what we looked for in a person. I inadvertently went ahead and just described what I thought of her when she asked me that. I said, I like a person who makes me feel dumb and takes care of themselves first, in terms of health, wealth and other mannerisms. I told her I like people who are really ambitious and always are looking to leap and make those giant strides in different forms of life. This was after she told me how much she was into fitness and that she was running a marathon, and of course professionally she is carving a huge space for herself at what she does. I felt she would take the hint, and did not want to press more as we were surrounded by her friends, who kept cracking jokes that I had hardly had any context about. But even though I lacked a lot of common ground, I smiled, probably giggled every time I saw her smile or laugh.
The night came to an end, she wanted to party with her friends and I had to go back. I wanted to spend sometime with her so badly; my chest was pounding as if it were to explode soon. And as I type this it still does. But how could I just ask her to come along and spend the night with me; I was worried, I’d wipe that smile off her face. I wanted her to do what she wanted. We said our good byes and I took a cab back. And each moment till I reached my destination, I thought: could this night have been any better? What if her friends were not there? And then I thought am I being a little too selfish? Either ways, now as I am traveling back from this Paradise I visited, I wonder if I regarded it as Paradise because I met her. Possibly true, but I do realize that she will be smiling and as long as she is, she is in a better place and I would not want to disturb that. As for me, I don’t know what I am to her, a friend, a trusted advisor, or a crush? But as long as I am a significant something, I shall be happy.
PS: This is a combination of some stories I have heard on my travels and some free-flowing imagination and is not intended to bear resemblance to an occurrence in my life or anyone else’s.