Obviously, her state of mind was no different from mine. And how could it be? Two people, who were madly in love with each other and had decided to marry each other, were going to see each other for the first time in their life!
‘I am at the baggage claim section,’ I said. And, with that, I noticed my bag going away from me. ‘Damn! I missed it.’
‘What did you miss?’
‘My luggage. I started talking to you and I missed it.’
‘Uh-oh.’ She paused while I kept my eyes on the conveyor belt. Then she spoke again, ‘Can I ask you something?’
‘What?’
‘Are you nervous?’
‘How do you know?’
‘Because … even I am,’ she confessed. Then she said, ‘Ok! Tell me, what are you wearing today?’
‘Olive-green shirt and dark-blue jeans. You?’
‘Oh my God!’
‘What happened?’ I thought she didn’t like the colour I was wearing.
‘It looks good on me.’
‘No, no. It’s not about good or bad.’
‘Then?’
‘I am also wearing olive-green and blue jeans.’
Coincidences seemed always to be following us. Our birthplace, the month, the year, our interest in music, our career, IMS. And now, the clothes we were wearing that day.
‘Amazing! We are definitely made for each other. Hey! My luggage is coming to me again. I’m going to pick it up and come outside in two minutes. See ya!’
I made my way through the broken queue to get my bag, and loading it on a trolley, I walked towards the exit. The laptop was still hanging on my shoulder.
Finally about to see her, I was anxious, shivering and my heart was beating fast. Every feminine voice from the crowd seemed to be hers. Of course, I was trying to behave as if I was relaxed and cool.
‘Relax … Relax … Relax. Take a deep breath,’ I told myself. And the next thing I know, I was already outside.
There were a lot of people in front of me, waiting for their dear ones. Some cab drivers, holding up nameplates for their bosses. There was a lot of shouting and noise from the traffic.
Then, for some reason, I stopped moving forward and turned left.
And there she was!
My angel, my beautiful one.
Her smile which tried to override my senses. That chilling hesitation in her, and in me. Her long, untied hair that fell uponher eyes with a gust of wind. Her hand moving across her face, and moving her hair behind her left ear. Her left ear, and the glittering silver earring she was wearing. Her beautiful face, which mesmerized me. And in that green, off-shoulder top and jeans, her body appeared so perfect, so young, so poised. She was charismatic. I wasn’t able to take my eyes off her. Rather, I wanted to stare at her from top to bottom, very slowly—which I actually did.
‘This is her,’ I told myself. ‘She is mine.’
That was a wonderful moment which I have re-lived again and again, recalling that first sight.
I moved towards her with a smile, almost forgetting my trolley. And in a few seconds, there I was, right in front of her, a foot apart, still not able to take my gaze off her.
‘Hey,’ I said, offering my right hand for a shake.
‘Hi,’ she responded, politely and in such an elegant way, touching me for the first time with that hand shake. (Did you hear what I said? The first time we touched … It was magical!)
And her eyes … So beautiful! There was something special in them. Something which didn’t let me look away. I wanted to hear what they were telling me. The feeling, the truth of the moment, the … the … I don’t know what it was.
I looked, and my eyes were stuck on you
I tried to move the black in them, but they were stuck like glue
Looking at you for real, I noticed your eyes
That’s exactly where your entire beauty lies
So genuine, so honest, so beautiful, so deep
With a glint of light, some naughtiness did creep
Finding my dream coming true
I pleaded my shivering lips to bring out the words I had kept for you
There were so many things to say
I can remember none of them at all
But, I
‘I am at the baggage claim section,’ I said. And, with that, I noticed my bag going away from me. ‘Damn! I missed it.’
‘What did you miss?’
‘My luggage. I started talking to you and I missed it.’
‘Uh-oh.’ She paused while I kept my eyes on the conveyor belt. Then she spoke again, ‘Can I ask you something?’
‘What?’
‘Are you nervous?’
‘How do you know?’
‘Because … even I am,’ she confessed. Then she said, ‘Ok! Tell me, what are you wearing today?’
‘Olive-green shirt and dark-blue jeans. You?’
‘Oh my God!’
‘What happened?’ I thought she didn’t like the colour I was wearing.
‘It looks good on me.’
‘No, no. It’s not about good or bad.’
‘Then?’
‘I am also wearing olive-green and blue jeans.’
Coincidences seemed always to be following us. Our birthplace, the month, the year, our interest in music, our career, IMS. And now, the clothes we were wearing that day.
‘Amazing! We are definitely made for each other. Hey! My luggage is coming to me again. I’m going to pick it up and come outside in two minutes. See ya!’
I made my way through the broken queue to get my bag, and loading it on a trolley, I walked towards the exit. The laptop was still hanging on my shoulder.
Finally about to see her, I was anxious, shivering and my heart was beating fast. Every feminine voice from the crowd seemed to be hers. Of course, I was trying to behave as if I was relaxed and cool.
‘Relax … Relax … Relax. Take a deep breath,’ I told myself. And the next thing I know, I was already outside.
There were a lot of people in front of me, waiting for their dear ones. Some cab drivers, holding up nameplates for their bosses. There was a lot of shouting and noise from the traffic.
Then, for some reason, I stopped moving forward and turned left.
And there she was!
My angel, my beautiful one.
Her smile which tried to override my senses. That chilling hesitation in her, and in me. Her long, untied hair that fell uponher eyes with a gust of wind. Her hand moving across her face, and moving her hair behind her left ear. Her left ear, and the glittering silver earring she was wearing. Her beautiful face, which mesmerized me. And in that green, off-shoulder top and jeans, her body appeared so perfect, so young, so poised. She was charismatic. I wasn’t able to take my eyes off her. Rather, I wanted to stare at her from top to bottom, very slowly—which I actually did.
‘This is her,’ I told myself. ‘She is mine.’
That was a wonderful moment which I have re-lived again and again, recalling that first sight.
I moved towards her with a smile, almost forgetting my trolley. And in a few seconds, there I was, right in front of her, a foot apart, still not able to take my gaze off her.
‘Hey,’ I said, offering my right hand for a shake.
‘Hi,’ she responded, politely and in such an elegant way, touching me for the first time with that hand shake. (Did you hear what I said? The first time we touched … It was magical!)
And her eyes … So beautiful! There was something special in them. Something which didn’t let me look away. I wanted to hear what they were telling me. The feeling, the truth of the moment, the … the … I don’t know what it was.
I looked, and my eyes were stuck on you
I tried to move the black in them, but they were stuck like glue
Looking at you for real, I noticed your eyes
That’s exactly where your entire beauty lies
So genuine, so honest, so beautiful, so deep
With a glint of light, some naughtiness did creep
Finding my dream coming true
I pleaded my shivering lips to bring out the words I had kept for you
There were so many things to say
I can remember none of them at all
But, I
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