ಬಾಳಿಗೊಂದು ನಂಬಿಕೆ: Back to the Memory Lane

Back to the Memory Lane - III

We were busy into talking and it took a while for me to notice the airhostess who was standing near us holding napkins. She grabbed two napkins for us and I stretched my hand for one. I unfolded it to clean my face. I closed my eyes, kept it on my forehead and that was when these lines in a Book by Coelho came in my mind, "When trying to seduce a woman, a writer always says: 'I'm a writer', and scribbles a poem on a napkin. It always works". I took off the napkin from my face, but still kept my eyes closed, took a deep breath and smiled to myself.

"What’s so funny now?" her lips were moving louder than her low pitched voice.

I turned to her, her raised eyebrows were seeking for an answer from me and she was trying to tie her hair.

"Nothing and I don’t mind if you want to call me with names for laughing with myself"

"I was with an impression that I am the craziest and here we have someone to prove me wrong"

"Thank you"

“You are most certainly welcome, but before that tell me why were you smiling?”

I told her about why I was smiling. And she started smiling now and before I could ask her anything, she asked me, “Don’t you want to give it a shot with me?”

“What?”

“You mean, you can’t write anything poetic or romantic?”

“It’s that you are not up to my level”

And that was when we got to know about each other. We spoke a lot and before we taking our own way, we exchanged each other’s email ids.

Excitement of going back home, even after 2 weeks break is almost overwhelming. I had totally forgotten about her until I received a mail from her, which I have checked 2 days after she had mailed. There was nothing special written in her mail except for she informing she is back in town and also she had added her contact number. I was one among many addressed in that mail. And generally I don’t respond to those mails addressed to mass. So, I didn’t bother to reply.

[Will continue this in the next post.. soon...]