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an unplanned date..

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I looked at my phone and dialed Rahul..”I want to shop for a money purse for my dad..can you help me”, I asked him. “Sure, I will call you back in five mins” he said. I had an office outing in the first half of the day and the second half was free.  He must be in office and busy, but I felt like asking him anyway.

I have known Rahul since the last two months. He is my friend’s colleague and has been trying a lot to ask me out. However, many things happened in the last couple of years in my life due to which I stopped thinking about love, relationship or guys.

Some days later, as we chatted on gtalk, I told him how I was not interested in all these things and he should not waste his time around me. I said “I don’t want to give you false hopes by befriending you”. But all he said was “The fact that I like you is my problem. I will take care of it. You don’t worry about it and just be my friend. That is all I want”. Very good at words, I dint know how to say no to that.

Today is the first time I have called him on my own. I was not sure why, but I decided to not think much and listen to my heart. As I was deeply immersed in my thoughts, my phone rang. He said “Can you come to marathalli. I enquired with my friends and they say we can find the money purse there. I could come and pick you, but my office is very far, so it would waste lot of time”.  I smiled at him trying to explain, after all he was helping me out here – why is he trying to explain to me.

I took an auto and reached marathalli. He was already there waiting for me. We checked couple of shops, but they dint have what I wanted.  As we were looking in the shops, it felt strange for me, after many years this was the first time I came out shopping with a guy. I wonder what was different in this guy, that made me do this.

We decided we better try at Commerical street, we will definitely find it there. He asked me to wait at the exit gate and he would get his bike from parking. As I waited there, I thought I was going to sit on a guy’s bike after many years. What am I doing? Is it OK? Am I giving hopes to this guy when I clearly was not ready for it? The sound of the horn, brought me back to reality – I had phased out again. He was there coming on his bike, and I must say, he looked very handsome. He stopped infront of me, took off his helmet and said “I wish I had a camera now, to capture the view. It is so beautiful”.  The way he looked into my eyes and said this, made my heart flutter and a hint of smile appear on my lips. He was obviously referring to me. Normally, listening to such lines, I would have felt how cheesy they are, but to my surprise I could feel myself blushing.

I quickly avoided his gaze and got onto the back seat. He was very good at driving, I was impressed by the way he maneuvered the Airport road traffic. We chatted some random stuff all along and I could notice him stealing glances at me through his bike mirror. “I am so happy today that a girl has got onto my bike” he said as we stopped at a traffic signal. “As if no other girl, got on your bike. Don’t tell me” I said.  “I mean, a girl who I like”.. I was a bit happy listening to this, but was worried at the same time. “Oh! No!! I am giving false indications” I thought. I decided to take control and said “Rahul, I told you how I felt. I can’t come with you if you feel that way about me.. ”. “Relax!” he said, “I am just telling you the truth. Besides, there is nothing you should feel so worried about. Don’t think much and just enjoy the moment. Life is all about memories”.

We reached commercial street and found a very good bag for dad. It started getting dark and the streets were illuminated. It looked beautiful. Walking on the streets with him by my side, talking all nonsense– it felt weird. Weird but nice, nice and fun. I actually liked spending time with him, but there was something stopping me from admitting it to myself.

The walking around and shopping made me hungry. We decided to stop at McD to grab a burger. As we sat there facing each other having our burgers, it felt nice and relaxing after a long day. We talked about our past crushes, office stories etc etc. Amidst all these, one thing I noticed was the way he looked at me. There was so much love in his eyes and I couldn’t dare to look straight into them. I was not able to hold eye contact for more than a second, don’t know why. Probably I felt, that way he will be able to peek into my soul and know how I started feeling about him. I know that sounds too filmy, but blame the number of Rom-Coms I watch :).

I realized that it was already 8pm and I was getting late. I wondered how fast time has flown. As we walked back to the bike parking, the roads were a bit deserted now. The cool night, the empty roads and the moon light, it felt nice to walk with him. I told him to walk slow as I was not able to catch up with him. He said, his mother is also like me, she walks slow and says the same. Somehow, I liked that he remembered his mother while being with me.

He promised to take me home before 9pm and we reached well in advance, thanks to his driving skills. As he dropped me off at my home, I thanked him for helping me out. He said he was glad I called him today and he had a wonderful time. As I said my Bye and walked towards the lift, I started thinking – all these feelings I felt today, are they real? I never thought I could feel this way about a guy again, after what happened in my past. He made me feel special, he made me feel loved. Should I be cautious, take a step back and avoid it? Or should I go with it?

For once, do not think much and let things happen…Just enjoy the moment.. you deserve some love…my heart told me… ❤


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