By Abishekspeare
“So, what do you wanna drink?” she asks, desirous to know what a self-professed alcohol skilled would say.
I get paralyzed for a second, my face giving an expression as that of a batsman who received hit in his balls within the first supply.
“Umm…I’ll just have beer”, I say, as a result of it’s the one factor I can consider.
As quickly because the phrases escape out of my mint freshener-powered mouth, she begins profusely laughing. “It is ‘be-yar’ and not as ‘beeeer’, your English is so funny!”
I had scored a degree, however at what price?
“Which one do you want? Just beeeer?” she brushes her lengthy, golden hair off her brow, and I find a wink in these brown eyes. I inform myself, Okay, there may be really an opportunity she would possibly like your silly ass, don’t mess this up.
“Arghh…yeah…I’ll have…Kings?”
“Broo that’s a cigarette! Soo cutee. You don’t know shit about drinking, do you?” she was in splits.
Cutee okay, however Broo? One step ahead, two steps down.
Panic mode on.
“Okay, see, I have had a crush on you since first year but at that point I’d spoken more to posters of Trisha than to actual girls, and then after that literally every guy in college wanted to date you and I thought I didn’t stand a chance. So when you actually asked me out after the exams I decided I will learn every trick in the book, do everything that a man should do to make a woman like him, at least according to hotmalesgetgirls.com. But I have not had even a drop of alcohol in my miserable existence, nor is my English good, and the perfume I’m wearing right now is my grandfather’s”.
My coronary heart is thrashing so quick I can hear it with Dolby Atmos high quality, my face sweats as if I switched off the fan on a Chennai afternoon.
Well, not less than it lasted for 7 minutes. Back to single lif-
“Oh my god. This is so sad and funny at the same time! Who even suggested those hotmalesgetgirls articles to you?”
“My friend Gilmesh. It’s his blog. He’s had three girlfriends”
“Goddd. Look, I am here because I like you. I don’t care about this bar, we’ll go elsewhere. I enjoyed spending time with you as friends in college, can we please do the same now? Only, you can put your hand over my shoulder”. The wink was again
Okay wow, second probability. Go redeem your self.
We spend the subsequent one hour simply strolling across the metropolis. I get to know that she’s by no means what I assumed she is, that handsome women are regular and type homo-sapiens too, so long as you aren’t a creepy fool. I’m punching you not less than thrice in your balls after I meet you, Gilmesh.
She will get to know what roadside Kaalan tastes like, and that the 80-year outdated man along with his bicycle sells the most effective buttermilk on the planet at 11pm. She additionally will get to know the Tamil phrase for buttermilk (“I want mor of this”, she says.)
At the tip of the one hour, it’s 6am. We each have a look at the solar rise over the Besant Nagar seashore, holding palms standing close to the waves.
I attempt my first flirty line. “Why do scientists try so hard to discover time travel, they should just come talk to you.”
She smiles and offers me a hug. “I’ve never felt this with anyone else”, she says. I realise I’m in love.
I get woken up by the sound of my alarm.
I flip to the opposite aspect of the mattress. I don’t need to open my eyes and face the day. I don’t need to eat my cereal, drive my automotive to the workplace, and meet my English-speaking colleagues on this English-speaking nation.
I nonetheless dream about that first date, nearly 6 years in the past. The goals concerning the good reminiscences make the next day a nightmare. The goals concerning the unhealthy reminiscences – the methods I tousled, the instances I requested sorry and promised to vary, make the next day a nightmare too. My life now goes as a string of days the place I spend more often than not fascinated about what might have been. I have a look at the calendar. It has been 1 yr since we ended issues. I take my cellphone, go to her contact. Her show image is that of her engagement occasion together with her fiancé, in a beach-facing resort in Italy.
The final message from her chat reads “Please move on and be happy. This is not the end of the world. Take care”
The solely factor that’s worse than not getting the individual of your goals, is to get to be with them and fuck it up.