"Rendezvous at CCD"

While I was pondering over where to start, an interesting thought from "The Alchemist" infiltrated my mind about the whole universe conspiring thing. This meeting was something similar to that. It feels as if I waited across the aeons to make it possible and infuses the immense satisfaction no less than that of jostling your way through the insane traffic of this city.

I wish I could describe the day as being all dark and sky covered with a blanket of hazy clouds. A drizzle pouring down like exodus of drops from leaflets. But in our city deity himself has vested the powers with the sun whose scorching heat was hitting down to melt and even when it rains, you can vouch for it to enjoy the feel of a million chemicals floating down your body. I guess there is nothing romantic about this weather.

Its just about time when we entered the CCD. Sometimes I can't understand this mania about the CCD. What do they make coffee from to charge for as much as 10 coffees.Lets just leave it for others to think as I am restless to describe her appearance.

With the kind of endearing personality she possess ,she carries herself well in all outfits and this day was not to be an exception. Sometimes the profound depth of her glittering eyes made me all conscious to what I should be saying. Her cherubic smile personifies her innocence and sometimes its enigma obfuscated me to its purpose. If not for the fear of giving a disconcerted look I would have kept on looking at her blooming face.Even after possessing everything, I fail to see the vanity and magniloquence in her behavior which do strikes me as odd and exceptional. But its kind of invigorating stuff.

We finally placed the order. As I can recall she ordered Choco-Hola and I am kind of persistent with my "Sizzling brownie" thing though my last experience with it was really gruesome as I almost burnt my hand with that pan used to make it sizzle. I just don't understand the culture of "Pizza hut" and "CCD" for serving in cooking utensils. I might sound a little caustic but this kind of concept is completely futile. First came the hola hola and we ate it bite after bite sharing it to the end.

And all this time I was fretting over the trivial matters, the prime topic of conversation encompassed around me having to let go off my ego. I am inherently loquacious and she by her nature is reticent,odds so as to say but it is completely understandable as she inherits from a more orthodox family and her upbringing has been more cultural as I can figure out. As I describe it to her "Sabdkosh mein akal pada hai". So I do all the talking most of the times but sometimes I just hold myself back to enjoy her little spasmodic talks.

Then came my sizzling dashing glowing brownie and with it came the memory of pain it gave me last time for having it. This time I went slow and easy on it. And since I am talking about slowness I remember how she walks too fast like a predator trying to catch on with its prey. I am not so good with metaphors. I told her to walk slowly and enjoy every step of her life which for obvious reasons seemed philosophical.

Getting back to where we left our brownie, sharing it with her made it sweeter than it otherwise tastes. All this time I have been trying to figure out her way of perceiving things but I just let it pass for the fear of surmising.That moment made me feel as if my arduous effort to persuade her to come along is finally being rewarded and it will go down as the most wonderful memories of my life.