Chapter - 2

If I could see you

Not all coffee would taste best like it tasted that day. And that was the moment I realised, it wasn't just the coffee that was pretty perfect but the person beside me added flavours to the air.

I couldn't believe that I was there, sitting with him for a Sunday morning hot coffee.

So let me tell you how I ran into him.

It is not every Sunday that you get up from bed with a sprint of hope and excitement unless and until you are filled in with expectations of meeting a special someone.

Getting ready and reached the shore, I started the search engine operation of my accidental anonymous. Even though I convinced myself that the reason for so much of efforts is solely for me but deep inside I could figure it out that he seemed to be the motivating factor for me to be there.

Like a baby lost in the crowd searching for her mother’s saree, there I was, searching for a male clutching a camera. Though I met with a million eyes, not one brought me to my destination. From one end to the other of the road, I literally wandered in search of him, initially with peace as I had a hope that he will be found but later with hassle having the fear of not spotting him.

Fed up with the hunt, I sat on the sand, disheartened.

Hundreds of “I should haves” came clashing on my mind.

“I should have spoken to him on the very first day itself

Or at least dropped him my number

Or at least asked for his Facebook Id

Or the least is to have got his mail id “

With all the question marks and heavy scolding to my poor heart from my witty mind, I accepted that he wasn't to be found and made up my mind to head back home.

While I stood up with a heart full of disappointments, it was only after 360 seconds I realised I was on the same place where I stood up to pack myself home. Those 360 seconds brought a complete meaning to the 2700 seconds of relentless hunting.

There he was, clutching his camera and capturing moments of unknown people with no clue that a female has taken efforts to come all the way in search of him and invest her 2700 seconds to finally grasp his sight.

I remember pinching myself to acknowledge if what was happening that very moment was actually happening. He turned towards me, saw my eyes glued at his direction and approached me with a cuddly curve on his lips.

I still couldn't digest what my eyes were seeing. The person for whom I took all pains to pass 6 longest days of my life, the person for whom I spent 45 minutes of rigorous hunting, that same person was there, right in front of me, smiling at me as if we both knew each other for ages.

What was happier and delightful was the very first line that he ever spoke to me.

“how about konjam coffee and then nariya talks? “

Seriously flattered I was because coffee happens to be something I go crazy about and I personally believe that anything that started with a cup of coffee is definitely the most beautiful thing happening to me.

So, finally there I was, eagerly waiting to know what was in store for me.