Blind Date - The Love Story - Part 1

She was nervous. It was the first time she was meeting him. Thoughts were surrounding her everywhere. “Will he like me or not? Are we the ones for each other? Does he love me?”

They first bumped into each other some eight months back. She was in final year of Law College and her brother from US has got her a new cellphone. Her curiosity with the new gadget somehow dialed a number and it was him at the other side. It was a normal two second wrong number chit chat. But there was some force somewhere acting in bringing these two souls together and so he called her back again. It was awkward for her to get a call from complete stranger whom number she dialed by mistake. And the first thought was that this guy is some bad, vagabond guy groping for a girl. But he sounded nice and she couldn’t refuse that she felt attracted to his voice. And so after initial awkwardness they started talking. And slowly he became a part of her life. He was the one voice she wished to listen before going to sleep. He was the one voice she wished to hear first in the morning. They used to talk about their likes, dislikes, dreams, aspirations, friends, family, work, society and almost everything. Her friends already started teasing her on her new found lover. Life was like a fairy tale.

He was an architect and was working with one US multinational firm. Till this time they were more then happy and contented talking to each other and so they never thought of an actual meeting. But one fine day he got to know that he will have to travel to California for some project in 2 weeks time. That was the time he asked her to meet him. She always wanted to meet him and so without a second thought she agreed. But soon the thought of meeting him made her miserable. The reason was that she was not good looking. She was little fat had wheatish complexion, rough hair and a slight limp in her right leg. He on the other hand was gorgeous. Six feet tall, nice built and fair. Though they have exchanged their pictures earlier but she was always in doubt that he will not love her after they meet. But anyways whatever will be the outcome, they were destined to meet.

A knock on the door brought her back from the trance. Her friends came to see her and boost her for the big day. “Life is so tough without friends” thought she. Somebody got her a new dress, somebody a new footwear and some were just busy putting makeup on her not so beautiful face, in the hope that this will make her shine on her big day. They all unanimously decided that a white Indian dress will be the best for the occasion. She always looked nice in whites, atleast people always said so. But she was not bothered about all that. Her heart was in a bigger trauma. So many memories from the past, so many doubts about the future. Her feeling of joy to meet him was crushed by so many second thoughts.

She was alone again. All her friends left. Her thoughts were running faster then time and tears were rolling down her eyes. The very idea of he leaving her was killing her. She cannot take it anymore and then almost impulsively reached out for the phone.

“Hello” he said and without waiting for her to say anything he continued, “I am so excited about today evening. I can’t express my feelings in words. I...”

“Listen” she interrupted in between. “There is something I want to say”, her voice trembled, her face was red and tears well rolling continuously. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to meet. I really like you but I don’t see my future with you. This may sound rough but I can’t live with this feeling anymore. I think we should just be apart and don’t try to see and talk to each other now”. She finally said those words, the words that bruised her heart so deep that the pain will never heal, the words that stabbed her soul, the words that shook her existence, the words that took away all her joy and love from her life.

He was dumbstruck. It was like someone hammered him so hard that his whole body was numb. “Who says that guys don’t cry” he thought wiping his tears. Before he could even think of anything to say she kept the phone down.

There was silence, dead silence. “Is it the same feeling that one gets just seconds before dying?” Both were thinking that. She was happy for him as she thought that he deserved someone much better then her. He was blank, thoughtless, vulnerable and unable to think what went wrong. She kept staring at the phone, a some part of her still felt that he will call her back, but he didn’t. “And why would he, I did so wrong to him. I don’t deserve him and his love. I don’t deserve anything in life.” thought she. And after crying profusely for sometime she slept.

All love stories don’t always have a happy ending. I don’t know about this one until I write the second part…