PIXIE - PART 2

(This is the second part of the story, in case you haven't read the first part please do click on the attached hyperlink - PIXIE 1 and you would be directed to the first Part. Happiee Reading < 3)

The night seemed more colder today, or may be its my imagination. The marine drive is 15 minutes’ walk from here. Did I ever imagine I would introduce my favorite Vada Pav and my favorite spot here to someone? NOPE! Am I crazy that I am walking in the night with a guy I met a couple of months back? Its not that I don’t trust him, but neither does it mean I trust him! Boys these days fall in love if a girl shows a pea size of concern. Girls, are also a little too fast to be honest. Well, who am I to judge, though? Maybe I have trust issues.

 

“What are you so immersed in? Life? Or how to make Vada pav?” OH, Shit I forgot that I am not alone.

“Ahoh, sorry I forgot your existence!”

“Am I that easy to be forgotten?”

“No, I didn’t mean it that way. I was lost in my thoughts.”

“So you mean, I am very hard to wipe out from your memories?”

IS he flirting? What is he talking!

“You are way out of my league of words!”

“That’s a compliment. Thank you, princess.” He just bowed to me? WHY?

“Are you always like this? “

“This fun? And cute? And handsome you mean?”

“Annoying!?”

“10 points for your sense of humor!”

And by laughing together, we walked for few minutes. And, then out of blue, I started saying,

“Moments of laughter,

Shall be only mine.

For the world that doesn’t belong nowhere,

These seconds are mine.

And for now

Let my heart capture thee…”

 

“WOAHHH! Pixie? You are a Poet?” His eyes were as big as the moon, if that Is what is the biggest circle in my universe. He was surprised and excited that made me realize I spoke in a poetic way.

“Technically, I used to write poems, lets say years back. Now I don’t.”

“Some past?”

“No, no, no. Its just that now I am more into Photography and Travelling. I make sure I capture my words as pictures.” I said smiling.

“You love photography and Travelling a lot, right?”

“I worship them.”

“Why?”

“That’s a question?” I couldn’t stop laughing. “Well, Do you have a couple of minutes for my words?”

“My time’s all yours, ma’am!”  He bowed again! DAMN.
“Well, because what is life without travelling? In this huge world, where every corner of the planet is incomparably beautiful, isn't it foolish to not be seeing them all? if life is full of uncertainties and no one knows how the next day would look like, why not make today beautiful by exploring a part of this vast beauty? The whole world, for me is a treasure hunt, and I would never want to miss finding out its secrets. New people, new traditions and new seekings. Would I ever be bored of life? Never! And why photography? When I am given the opportunity to time travel, pause and reminisce the moments I loved the most, why wouldn’t I cherish it? Its my emotion and its my story telling. It's a language that I'd prefer and a narrative that I'd deliver.”  

I knew I was too ahead of him only after I had to pause to see his look. I was unable to interpret his feelings. I needed to make sure I said everything correctly. He staggered, and I had to take a few backward steps at that point.

"Mihir, is everything okay?"

“Hey… I have never met someone who spoke like you. I.. am .. really impressed..”

His eyes spoke these words, as a desire to express his admiration which was as huge as the ocean.

“Ah.. Thank you..” I had to tuck my hair behind my ears. Oh, wait, is that sign of shyness? Damn, this guy is making me do things I never felt. “Come on now, we are half way to the Vada Pav.”

“Its okay, When will this Vada-Pav stall close?”

“Ahm, may be 4 in the morning?!”

“WHAT?”

“That is the specialty of this stall. It runs over the midnight and would be shut in the morning. Most of the stalls here are the same way.”

“So it means, we have a lot of time before we actually eat Vada Pav. Perhaps, we also have a lot to talk.”

Nothing he said made sense for me at this moment. I was quiet. He wants to talk, but about what?

“Kia, you are on bumble, right?’

“Ah, yes I am. Why?”

“Nothing. You are aware that I am on Bumble as well. All I wanted to know was why you were using a dating app. Not that I'm passing judgement, but I'm interested to know. Since naturally occurring rainbows are uncommon, they won't be readily accessible. You are such a rainbow, and people should search for them patiently and with difficulty.

Suddenly, my entire face got red. "It is true that I believe in love, but not in made-up love. We should, in my opinion, find someone with whom we can travel the world, share leftover food, have crazy conversations, and generally feel validated and secure. Since, I do not believe in marriages, I must make sure I find the one who is suitable for me. And, this might help me getting a PhD in understanding men ;)”

“You do not believe in marriages? What does that even mean?” He was more shocked than surprised.

“Why is that so surprising? Because I want to date without any purpose?” I attempted to make a joke, but I’m not sure whether it came out right.

"No, no. That is not how I intend it. However, why?

"I think a marriage is a really complicated relationship. Even while it doesn't always end horribly, there are instances when it does take away your peace of mind, and I don't want to find myself in that circumstance. If I were to die, I would prefer to die from my regrets, my chances, and my own bothersome thoughts rather than from the sacrifices I make for a man. I don't want to cause suffering or receive it in return.

We both are sitting on the walkway now. And I look at my mobile’s lock to find out the time. It was past 8:30 p.m. I did not realize that we spent almost 1 hour together. I don't believe I have never witnessed Mihir being so nonplussed. Maybe. I had always known him to be someone who smiled and spread smiles, even if we had only met twice or three times. He is certain of what he does and knows what he wants. His beliefs, values, and points of view always sounded fair. However, his current appearance completely contradicts what I knew about him. I'm not sure if it's because of what I said and how I feel or because of his inquiries and revelations.

“Mihir, why do you look so blank? Do my answers feel like wrong?”

“HEY! NO! Its just that they are so deep. You know? Its been almost a few months since we met, and I assumed I knew you. I came to conclusion that you love photography, traveling and all but I never really knew you from inside. Now, you are just like a mystery box that I am talking to and that’s healing an unknown part of mine…”

And then, he put his hands on mine. I didn’t exactly understand what he’s trying to tell me with his eyes. They carried much deeper emotions, may be more like questions and a lot. We were just friends, and all I knew was that. But at this moment, I felt an instant connection, more like a spark .  I always had these thoughts on my mind, but I expressed them in the right way very rarely and now to this guy, I don't even know what harmones are making me feel so comfortable to talk! I think he's got too many questions in his brain. I wonder if they would all actually get answers.

[To be continued...]