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Thursday, May 20, 2010

I had rehearsed it over and over again. The plan was simple enough though its execution required 5% of meticulous care and 95% of luck. To avoid any last minute adrenaline rushes and hiccups, I reached the restaurant 20 minutes earlier than decided amongst us. It was the venue she had agreed upon to have a date with me after a long time of persuasion. When the entire community of my friends roamed around the city hand in hand with their girlfriend, I still was bound to my cell phone. My past experiences have taught be to be patience and I was trying to follow the same in my existing relationship.
However, it was an opportunity tonight. She too somehow seemed mellowed by my righteous demand for a date and agreed finally .I had decided to break the jinx. The plan was simple, have a candle light dinner followed by champagne, a mild dance which was all intended to blow her off.
She arrived sharp on time and to my amazement carried a bigger handbag than usual. Girls and their accessories is a countless noun, so rather than looking at these I tried concentrating at her. Damn, she looked beautiful. The extra bit of kohl in her eyes was eminent and I could have kept staring at her for ages. She had tied her hair in casual bun leaving a few stray hairs loose which ruffled in the soft breeze that blew around us. A sudden yell almost broke my concentration. It was her who complained how unhygienic food the restaurant served. I was taken aback by this claim as I felt it was one of best one around. She went to narrate the story of how her team member fell ill after consuming its food when they came here the last time. It’s easier meddling with your boss than interrupting your girlfriend (or negate her claims).In addition I had no plans for messing up a wonderful night .I wondered what she meant by “Yeah sure thing..Will be there by 7...nd yeah get a reservation  ” which she had texted earlier in the day. I looked at her with questing eyes asking “What next”..She uttered …”y not go to your place”..Had no idea what her intentions were, but was dumbstruck and the stars around me seemed to transpire and conspire all in favor of me.
The champagne and dance became the plans of past. Before I could realize and recollect the turn of events, she signaled an auto and we hurried to my place. I rushed in to put things in place and offered her a chair. We both sat around our small circular table and I looked into her blue eyes for the nth time. It was then she emptied her handbag and carefully took out a vodka bottle. She had always liked vodka and had a shot at it whenever she found one. While she went on to fetch glasses and cold drinks, I moved the table in the balcony and lit a candle to create a dim but beautiful candle light effect. We sat opposite but close enough so that out legs intertwined among ourselves. She poured my drink and hers too. There was a mild breeze which ruffled her long and soothing hair along my face. I closed my eyes to feel the aroma. I could feel her noticing this and opened my eyes the very next second. We spoke and giggled for the next few minutes and could very well feel the blood rush though my cheeks.
We raised the toast, and gulped the drink. Slosh went the 1st drops of vodka down our throat adding color to our skins and accelerating the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was vodka but we intertwined our fingers together to finish off the rest of the drink with our eyes gazing each other. Before it would go any further, I remembered the KFC chicken which I had ordered in morning was still fresh. I asked her for the dinner and she readily agreed.
I took her hands into mine casually, slid off my chair and made her stand in a perfect gentleman fashion. We held our hands just a tiny moment and proceeded to our dinners still happy and with increased romance though decent enough to not jump at each other. We barely had a piece of chicken, when she stood up and asked me to put some music. She trembled all along as the alcohol started its affect. I rushed to prevent her from tripping off. Incapable of doing anything, she put her hand across my shoulders. I felt a sudden gush of hormones but enjoyed the angel, the women of my life whom I loved and hated to the equally eccentric limits. She started making some moves which seemed more of a slow dance. The dance was more of a trance with eyes unwavering and lips on a involuntary smile. I caressed my fingers along her rouge less cheeks. The night continued with all of our favorite tunes flowing smooth like that slosh of liquor in our blood stream. We kept dancing and moved closer to each other and seemed to cross the barriers when her phone rang up.
The shriek ring tone brought us back to our senses. She took the call to find her mother at the other end. She finished her call and asked me to drop her at her place. Moved and embarrassed of my moves earlier, I hurriedly called up a cab and dropped her to her home. She asked me stay back for some time and we strolled along the desolate road starry eyed gazing at the stars. She told me how beautiful her evening had been and thanked me for making all the efforts. Before I could head back to my home, she gave me a peck on my lips and literally took me off my feet. I jogged my way back to home and was shocked to find a “Love you sweetheart, and yeah am not drunk” text from her .Till date that night remains the best one I have ever had.


P.S.: Another round of fictional write-up. Would not have been possible without effective inputs from a friend, which I framed into a story .And yet again, a sheer imagination.

5 comments:

Sindhu Sankar said...

Good one! Realism rules :)

ablogger_gaurav said...

Thx sindhu...!!

Anonymous said...

hey ...
its really awesome ...
wasnt borin at all ...
ll read ur blogs daily ...
great goin :)
and ya i would wish to go on a date lik this :)

ablogger_gaurav said...

Thanks Anonymous...but would love to know ur name or identity..!!

Nitesh Kumar Verma said...

What a way to express how you would want your dream come true!
Choice of words and the direction that the way of writing has put in for readers' visualisation of the scene, they are awesome.