That one evening!

A cup of coffee wasn’t enough to collect all the courage that was needed to look into his eyes, to get comfortable enough to talk with him. My jacket, as usual, making me look more nervous and restless. My brain, which is usually flooded with all the thoughts and never-ending topics, has now peacefully resigned itself for next one hour. And I am still busy making unsuccessful attempts of finding a single topic to start with. My coffee mug still confused whether to keep that spoon with him or to be alone on its own, without the spoon.

In my overall settling process, his eyes still focused on me, observing the struggle which is made to fit in that chair with a coffee mug in my hands and a storm in my head. He said he noticed my nervousness of our first meeting. He said he noticed the marks on my face that are left behind to compliment my puberty. It took him just a few seconds to realize that I am constantly fleeing in my head for a conversation, trying to avoid the eye contact. But, his eyes still focused on me, on my struggle.

The clock is ticking continuously. The spoon has now decided to lie outside the coffee mug. The storm has decided to be quiet and peaceful. My brain still continuing its resignation. But my mind has decided not to give up on us. I’m blank but still trying to cope up with the conversation and calm down my emotions. The dragon above head is roaring and forcing me to confront the wildness, I managed to stay calm.

Continuing the random talks, the tables have now turned around. I have gained the courage to stare back, to dive deep into his soul through his eyes. Noticing his minute details, observing and absorbing as much as possible, storing every inch of his details in my brain till eternity. Now he’s the one looking away at a glance for distraction. His right eye continuously telling me that he’s the one nervous now. And this time, it took me a few seconds to realize that his cheeks have become red like an apple, he’s blushing.

The coffee mug finally rested on the table. My jacket, finally comfortable with ‘his’ presence. Eyes, no more struggling to look away. Both of us are now finally gazing at each other, not at the wall piece or not at the other people. My heart, constantly skipping a heartbeat while experiencing that intimate look. Silence, perfect silence of exactly 2 seconds, I could literally count those 2 seconds as my forever. In those breathtaking seconds, brain wasn’t important, neither the surroundings, nor the creepy jacket. Just his eyes talking to mine and deciding something unreal, was more than enough.

Time was cruel enough to take all of it back and end it in that very moment. ‘We should leave now’. I couldn’t stop him. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. The evening was crying out for the night. Me for him. If god is willing and destiny is strong enough then we will meet. We’ll meet again, under the small roof with less nervousness and more comfort-ness.