Romance Series – Part 1

I had been trying to write down for a while about my romantic thoughts and experiences in the form of a series similar to my Adventure Series. I am doing it at last. This would be a three part series which I believe would be an atypical experience to the reader (Read all the parts before you come to a conclusion).

If the reader happens to be a friend of mine or someone known to me, don’t be surprised. And please don’t judge me on the basis of this series alone.

I know how it feels like when you don’t own a girl friend. You will consider yourself some kind of a loser and you envy the so called “lucky guys”. Few say ”You need charm to impress a girl” and I think only they understand what charm is. There are a lot of other ones, who firmly believe that you don’t need any such special talent to get a girl. But, I suppose you do need a special ability to win over any lass, given all their superlative looks nowadays. Boy! I could not believe, but women are getting prettier day by day. Men are definitely lagging behind. Adam’s gonna feel!

My faith started to wobble. It was the early days of my professional career. I was staying in Hyderabad. It was the time of rapid change of behavior in me. With all the professional talks, the way of communication, the work environment, I was losing most of my inhibitions. But, I still had nerves when it came to women. You can call it a milder version of Gynophobia, not Genophobia .

It was early February. My training period was over and I was moved in to a project after a short stint on bench. Luckily, I was operating from a city office. There was no need to travel to the outskirts of the city where the lush green colossal main campus was present.

The winter was always horrible in Hyderabad. There were freezing temperatures every morning. For a Chennai guy, it was a near death experience.

My modes of transportation to the office were the local metro buses. It normally takes around 45 minutes to reach the work place from my home. My travel timings happily crossed with the city college timings. A lot of colorfully dressed girls – it was some entertainment during the travel. The city teens seemed to have a better dressing sense compared to those in Chennai. Sadly, in engineering colleges back in Chennai, we did not have the liberty to wear casuals.

I could still remember the time that day. It was 8:38 in the morning. I was working on my mobile phone. The bus was a little bit crowded, rare in Hyderabad during peak hours (They normally run jam packed!). I was seated near a window and the cool breeze was constantly giving me a shudder. The bus halted at a signal. It was Ameerpet. Two girls, dressed well climbed the bus. One was fair, thin, had silky hair and was wearing tight jeans with a rainbow colored top. The other girl was wearing a neat white colored salwar kameez. She was wheatish brown. I felt a lot of eyes gazing at those girls. For some reason, I could not take my eyes off the white dressed girl. Something was perfect about her. I didn’t realize that I was staring at her continuously. She turned at me, raising her eye brows and gave me a sharp look. “What was that? A warning?” I said to myself. I immediately turned away and looked out of the window.

I tried not to look at her for some time. But, I kept checking at every stop that she was still there. After a while, in the pretext of looking at the other side of the road, I glanced through her. “Oops!” I said and immediately looked down. She was looking at me, but this time with a tender smile. I felt like she enjoyed my uneasiness.

The bus reached my destination. I got down and wished she too joined me. But, all girls have other plans during such situations. The bus started to move. Something told me “She is looking at you! Look there!” I did. “Alas! It happens only in movies”.

I had a heavy heart till I reached my office. But, once I entered the work area, the buzz removed all thoughts about her. I recalled her once during the way back home -“She looked like a pure essence of passion”.

I got down at Ameerpet the next day and waited for about 10 minutes where the girls chose the bus the day before. It was my first ever wait for a girl. I imagined what my friends would say, if they had known about this. They would be taken aback – “You…Waiting for an unknown girl at a bus stand?”. When I thought I would move on, a familiar face crossed and stood to my right. It was her, but not the same image. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with specs on. “Gosh! Do women change so quickly?”, I questioned myself. In a few seconds, I started to feel tense and thought of slowly moving away. I have never felt the breath of such a woman. I started to look in a direction away from her. “What ya looking at?”, she asked. I did not reply. I didn’t know she was addressing me. She repeated the question with a snap before my face. I looked at her. “It was brilliance!”. She had a flat look at me. A thousand emotions ran through my face. My heart beat faster than Armstrong’s while he was on the Moon. “I was expecting you”. I could not believe I uttered those words. Blood was gushing through my face and it turned red. I felt ashamed for some unknown reason. “Oh yeah! I thought you were looking for my friend”. A firm “No” followed her statement.

Without another remark I waved at an auto. The auto wallah came to us and I got into it immediately and said “clock tower”. The driver waited for a few seconds. He was imagining the girl would join me. I looked at her once and said “chalo” to the auto guy. She wore an awkward look. We zoomed past her in an instant.

I was trying hard to relax in the auto after the little discussion. I felt bad at myself for doing such a silly thing at the girl. I was wondering what she would think about me.

Part 2 and 3 to follow soon….