I hope no one who reads my blog has been quite as miserable as I was that day. But if you have been - if you've been crying till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes a sort of quietness in the end. You feel nothing is going to happen ever again. That is how I felt when I lost her. But I didn't give up. I had got her back. I was back to my very best again, but I wasn't the same.
The last two days of her stay were the most special for me. We hanged out together, shared food, exchanged late night texts, even though being just a door-knob away. Every moment spent by her in my otherwise sadistic life was special for me.
1st February : Departure
I woke up early that day. I made myself a cup of coffee. I sat there on the couch enjoying the early morning, fresh, cool breeze. My lungs were getting accustomed to the fresh air and kinda missing the smoke (to be honest). But it felt great. I had a reason to live. The same reason that walked out of the closed room with sleepy eyes that could barely open because of the sunshine. Messy hair falling over her face and her lips peeking out of them with the cutest smile ever. The morning just went from good to being PERFECT.
I sat there adoring her. The golden rays of the sun making their way from the window and falling right on her body. It made her look priceless. It was like God gave spotlight to his most priceless creation. So simple but yet so soothing beauty of her was similar to the rising sun at dawn.
"Good Morning" I wished her as I sipped my coffee. She walked towards me. Her eyes still half open, woken up from deep sleep. She wore hot pants. She was as hot as my coffee. "SHUSSSSHH, Let me sleep." She said as she joined me on the couch, rested her head in my lap. I tried talking but the serenity of her face left me speechless. I wished, I had a remote control and I could pause the moment and live it forever (just like in the Adam Sandler movie - Click)
Half an hour went by and she suddenly got up and started staring at me. "Its just coffee and I swear I didn't even touch you" I said in my head. The role had reversed now, I lay there resting my head in her lap. I looked up at her face. She seemed a bit upset. I asked her the reason. It was her last day in Bangalore. It got me upset a little as well. She started asking me about my past relationships as I lay there. I honestly told her everything. My First Mistake. Never tell the girl you're trying to court about your past relationships.
All three of us got ready and headed for Ulsoor Lake. I had heard good reviews about the place. But when we reached there, it was a total disaster. It wasn't maintained properly and completely deserted. We left the place and decided to go shopping. We window-shopped around. I loved the way she tried almost everything and I was the judge. I never enjoyed shopping more. I bought her a light greyish blue top. She loved it but felt it was a bit over-priced. She looked damn cute in it.
I checked the time. 18:30. We decide to head back home. They had to catch the 20:30 bus back to Vadodara and the packing was still left. Half an hour later, we reached the apartment. I got back to my project and they started packing their stuff.
She was all done, as she came out of the room and sat besides me. Her friend was still packing her stuff. I asked her to call the travel company and confirm her ticket. Deep inside, I wanted her to stay back jut one more day. I didn't want her trip to end. I wished her ticket wasn't confirmed and she had to prolong her stay.
I reminded her to return my handkerchief (which I gave her when we had Ice-cream at Gelato-Italiano) and my socks (When She got drunk the first time we had drinks). She had insisted that she'd return them clean, but I always knew that wasn't going to happen. She had a smile on her face as she came out of her room. She made an apologetic face. She was the cutest thing I had ever seen. Even cuter than a stuffed toy. She was my stuffed toy.
We reached the bus stop just in time. I helped them with their luggage into the bus. They checked their seats while I waited for them outside. We talked for a while when the driver honked the horn. It meant a warning for the passengers to get on board. I bid final goodbye to them. She thanked me for the time spent together and wished me all the luck for the project. My eyes were moist. We hugged. The best hug ever. I had hugged a lot of girls in my life but never felt that way ever before. It was special. She screamed at her friend. She came running towards me and hugged me as well.
I didn't speak a single word. I just wanted her to stay. They were on board and I started walking away. Their bus drove away. I texted her "Thank you for such a wonderful time. I did the best I could, and sorry if I ever screwed up. I had a great time with you both. I will surely miss you for the rest of my stay here." A tear dropped on the cellphone screen as I pressed the send button. "Here's to the times we felt alive, here's to the tears I knew I'd cry, here's to goodbye, tomorrow is going to come soon."
It is just amazing how you get so attached to someone in such a short span of time. But more so for me, I was in love with her. And as I always say, "The quantity of time spent together doesn't matter, the quality of it matters the most."
The last two days of her stay were the most special for me. We hanged out together, shared food, exchanged late night texts, even though being just a door-knob away. Every moment spent by her in my otherwise sadistic life was special for me.
1st February : Departure
I woke up early that day. I made myself a cup of coffee. I sat there on the couch enjoying the early morning, fresh, cool breeze. My lungs were getting accustomed to the fresh air and kinda missing the smoke (to be honest). But it felt great. I had a reason to live. The same reason that walked out of the closed room with sleepy eyes that could barely open because of the sunshine. Messy hair falling over her face and her lips peeking out of them with the cutest smile ever. The morning just went from good to being PERFECT.
I sat there adoring her. The golden rays of the sun making their way from the window and falling right on her body. It made her look priceless. It was like God gave spotlight to his most priceless creation. So simple but yet so soothing beauty of her was similar to the rising sun at dawn.
"Good Morning" I wished her as I sipped my coffee. She walked towards me. Her eyes still half open, woken up from deep sleep. She wore hot pants. She was as hot as my coffee. "SHUSSSSHH, Let me sleep." She said as she joined me on the couch, rested her head in my lap. I tried talking but the serenity of her face left me speechless. I wished, I had a remote control and I could pause the moment and live it forever (just like in the Adam Sandler movie - Click)
Half an hour went by and she suddenly got up and started staring at me. "Its just coffee and I swear I didn't even touch you" I said in my head. The role had reversed now, I lay there resting my head in her lap. I looked up at her face. She seemed a bit upset. I asked her the reason. It was her last day in Bangalore. It got me upset a little as well. She started asking me about my past relationships as I lay there. I honestly told her everything. My First Mistake. Never tell the girl you're trying to court about your past relationships.
All three of us got ready and headed for Ulsoor Lake. I had heard good reviews about the place. But when we reached there, it was a total disaster. It wasn't maintained properly and completely deserted. We left the place and decided to go shopping. We window-shopped around. I loved the way she tried almost everything and I was the judge. I never enjoyed shopping more. I bought her a light greyish blue top. She loved it but felt it was a bit over-priced. She looked damn cute in it.
I checked the time. 18:30. We decide to head back home. They had to catch the 20:30 bus back to Vadodara and the packing was still left. Half an hour later, we reached the apartment. I got back to my project and they started packing their stuff.
She was all done, as she came out of the room and sat besides me. Her friend was still packing her stuff. I asked her to call the travel company and confirm her ticket. Deep inside, I wanted her to stay back jut one more day. I didn't want her trip to end. I wished her ticket wasn't confirmed and she had to prolong her stay.
I reminded her to return my handkerchief (which I gave her when we had Ice-cream at Gelato-Italiano) and my socks (When She got drunk the first time we had drinks). She had insisted that she'd return them clean, but I always knew that wasn't going to happen. She had a smile on her face as she came out of her room. She made an apologetic face. She was the cutest thing I had ever seen. Even cuter than a stuffed toy. She was my stuffed toy.
We reached the bus stop just in time. I helped them with their luggage into the bus. They checked their seats while I waited for them outside. We talked for a while when the driver honked the horn. It meant a warning for the passengers to get on board. I bid final goodbye to them. She thanked me for the time spent together and wished me all the luck for the project. My eyes were moist. We hugged. The best hug ever. I had hugged a lot of girls in my life but never felt that way ever before. It was special. She screamed at her friend. She came running towards me and hugged me as well.
I didn't speak a single word. I just wanted her to stay. They were on board and I started walking away. Their bus drove away. I texted her "Thank you for such a wonderful time. I did the best I could, and sorry if I ever screwed up. I had a great time with you both. I will surely miss you for the rest of my stay here." A tear dropped on the cellphone screen as I pressed the send button. "Here's to the times we felt alive, here's to the tears I knew I'd cry, here's to goodbye, tomorrow is going to come soon."
It is just amazing how you get so attached to someone in such a short span of time. But more so for me, I was in love with her. And as I always say, "The quantity of time spent together doesn't matter, the quality of it matters the most."
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