The sherbet had failed to cool him down. His calm acceptance disguised his inner restless mind. The heat had drenched his shirt and dried his throat.He was waiting for her. She was three hundred miles away; and a small three inches away in his screen. He didn't know when she would, he knew she would. He rested his arm tenderly on the railings and recounted.
No this is no romantic story. Its a story of patience. He was young, the eyes of the world had been his viewer for only a decade and a half. She was young too. But they were not 'children' as law, and everybody else saw them. They had explored the alleyways of their 'new-found' maturity years ago, some of it alone and a lot of it together. Thus while other children of their age playfully toed the line and mindlessly prepared for their terminal exams, these adults had silently slipped away from the bonds of this competition. They were but no rebels, they were academically and intellectually stronger than most of their peers(actually all of them). They were however very good safe-keepers of their characters. He was hardly an introvert, reasonably social and had his share of friends. She was a seemingly open-minded girl, friendly, amiable. No one would no their true self, unless they themselves specifically allowed that. Except for this once and then on, forever, her veil of ordinary had dropped before him and so had his coat of simplicity. He knew Her.
Call it the twist of good fate or a miracle planned in advance by the Controllers of Heaven, or merely a coincidence, their meeting in Joytown was highly unlikely. No that's not a real name but you are an intelligent person. They met back in a day two springs ago... not in-a-park-under-a-tree scenario. It was what two strangers, stranger to one another and everyone around, would do. They got into the tedious business of making friends. They however saw each other as friends they met and not friends they made. She had a charming personality, and rational that he was, he was not devoid of the urge of hormones. He succeeded in concealing his feelings for the time-being, but he knew even his armour would one day give away to her intelligence. And she knew, no matter how hard others sought her attention, he would perhaps disguise himself in some corner, pretending not to notice, but at the end of the week her inbox would be all questions. Smart people understood each other. She answered them.
And she answered now, 2 years later.
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