A mixture of first and third persons

a mIxTurE oF FiRst “N” tHirD pErSoNs Suddenly the voice I’ve been hearing for two “long-er” years seemed to be much more mature and confident than usual. I wondered if it was the nearness and the familiarity that made me feel so, but I was quite sure about the change. She told me that she would meet me at 2 in the afternoon, but I wasn’t excited (may be it was that I was so looking forward for the sixth of September and I expected it) I wasn’t looking forward to see her ,at that particular moment as she was talking to me ( may b coz I had something else to see before I met her which was the reason I came to “her” city), but I knew that I’ve been looking forward to meet her for the past two long years. I left the house, I was visiting at 1:00 pm sharp and reached the agreed place half an hour late. Suddenly I realized that I hadn’t bought her the “best friend” band that I was planning to buy for her, but it was too late. So, I went to a shop and bought two chocolates, that is when I remembered that I could give her something that she would like to get from me. So I went to a “Xerox” shop and bought A4 size blank papers. Then I started walking in the direction I thought she would come. I called her on her mobile to know where she was. She told that she was wearing a “red” salwar. I was walking briskly with a minor acceleration in both my heart beats and my legs-a reaction of my body which I dint understand. I kept talking to her through the sleek electronic device not knowing that she was just a stone throw away from my racing heart beats. I almost missed the dazzling red colour which was also racing in the opposite direction; there came the” red” from the behind of a car which was blocking the view of the “red” all the while(that was the reason I dint see the “red” until then).It was as if an impulse signal (an unknown and indeterminate actuation of a system for an infinitesimal time period) was given to all my senses, maybe it was just that something I’ve been looking forward for two years (a longing) was realized in the past two seconds. The form of the spirit I’ve been looking forward to see was standing right in front of me in a red salwar. For a moment we looked at each other, still talking on the mobile (a rare moment when two people talk using electronic signals when they could have used their voices). That “practical” reason must have forced her to hang up just an instant later- which she did. But I confess that I wanted to continue enjoying those “rare-r” moments till we came face to face. I dint shout it out loud but whenever I had dreamed of Sept 6th I used to dream of both o us standing on two sides of the road, looking at each other and talking on phone. Thank God I could meet her more personally than that. We started walking in the direction I came from, talking. I wonder if she realized that I, completely blank and dazed, was hardly perceiving the longitudinal waves all around me. I couldn’t just adjust to the fact that I was actually walking with her (I wish I could make the starting letter of the last word in capitals and shout it out loud).Soon I adjusted and began talking back and we babbled away for five minutes. Then, I started making a lotus with the A4” papers I had bought while we kept on talking. (She wasn’t the most beautiful girl he had ever had, but he couldn’t find a flaw in her beauty which he could see in the “most beautiful”. She wasn’t perfect but he couldn’t find anything imperfect in her. She wasn’t his lover but he knew that he loved her most of all. It wasn’t a girl that he saw in her but a friend, a best friend- No it must be the BESTEST!!) …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Her talking seemed to be much more “clear” and “confident” than the unconfident, excited female voice he was used to hearing through phone. They talked about everything from girls to studies, every single thing which they could possibly talk in five minutes (they were never anywhere near tongue-tied which they suspected would happen when they would meet). Suddenly, she said she had to leave as she was afraid if some of her seniors would see her, which would obviously mean an extra dose of ragging. He dint get time to finish the lotus(and he gave her the unfinished one in the making) but gave her the chocolates. So, they said “bye bye” standing at about 2 meters apart which was only about 50 meters from the place where they met. There wasn’t a kiss nor a hug and not even a shake of hand; neither of the two volunteered to offer any of the three which should have been there considering their closeness- which developed in the past two “unseeing years”. Why talk about kisses and hugs when they even forgot to flip open their mobile phone cameras to take a picture o them together, for which they longed for in the past years. Either of them used to say once in a while through various means of communication “I wish I had a pic o us together”, which remains a dream unfulfilled even to this day;). Silently, He walked back to the place he came from- He wasn’t thinking about “her”, not “her beauty”, wasn’t” her anything”, but was just “Oh Shit, F**king seniors!!! And that was a stupid meeting”