After returning from a long and exhausting day at work all she wanted to do was sit in her balcony with a cup of coffee and her copy of Harry Potter. She never brewed her own coffee; firstly because she was too lazy to do so and secondly, the cafe downstairs had the best coffee. She had bought her cup on her way up to her apartment and now she just had to get her copy of Harry Potter and she was all set for the evening. She went to her balcony and opened the book and saw a folded paper covering the title page. She had totally forgotten about her silly habit of writing letters to this imaginary person and then keeping it in her books.
She unfolded the paper and surprisingly this was the one with a heading, "Happiness is underrated". Yes, she had no doubt that a heading so cliched could've been thought of by her. She failed in putting a picture to the date that was staring at her face. "My thoughts, that too with a heading. This had to be something that meant a lot, at least then, if not now." She read a few lines in her own scribbled handwriting and she didn't have to read much longer to recollect the reason for her happiness. Obviously she was happy for him. However, her thoughts were a bit too messy, as if playing skipping stones. She went on reading a lil further. "Is it even possible to feel so many things all at the same time. I always knew he was a bit too special for me, like I had done something right in all the wrongs I usually did to deserve him. But I had no idea I was capable of going into a fit of happiness for a whole other person. These kind of feelings were usually reserved just for me or my sister or my family. Well, you get the gist right? I never had a friend so close for whom I could've possibly felt so selflessly happy." There was a lot more but she just couldn't go on. Her eyes were moist; she was 30 and her emotions were still not in her control. She missed their crazy chats and endless arguments and totally hilarious inside jokes which only they could get. People used to say, time and distance change most of the things in our lives. She was glad that they were immune to this so called philosophy.
She needed to see him, right now. So she picked up her phone and dialed his number. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his caller tune. When he answered, instead of saying a nice and warm hello, she blurted out, "Seriously dude, Jesse Pinkman is old school." His laughter filled her ears and then he mimicked her voice, "Seriously dude, this is cool stuff which is beyond your understanding." She wanted to say something really sarcastic but nothing popped up, so she said, "Anyways, I had called to ask if you're up for a dinner date tonight?" She knew he wouldn't refuse but she had this habit of asking. "Yo, cool." She was about to hangup after they had decided the time and place but she couldn't help herself and said,"You know, after all these years, you still can't pull off that Yo." As always, he had no words but these, "Oh,what do you know."
They met over dinner and laughed their hearts out, pulling each other's leg. he belonged to the category of people you can call home and he felt the same for her. "Whoever said you need to be dating to go on a dinner date??", she wondered, for this, right here, right now was the best dinner date she'd ever gone out for.
She unfolded the paper and surprisingly this was the one with a heading, "Happiness is underrated". Yes, she had no doubt that a heading so cliched could've been thought of by her. She failed in putting a picture to the date that was staring at her face. "My thoughts, that too with a heading. This had to be something that meant a lot, at least then, if not now." She read a few lines in her own scribbled handwriting and she didn't have to read much longer to recollect the reason for her happiness. Obviously she was happy for him. However, her thoughts were a bit too messy, as if playing skipping stones. She went on reading a lil further. "Is it even possible to feel so many things all at the same time. I always knew he was a bit too special for me, like I had done something right in all the wrongs I usually did to deserve him. But I had no idea I was capable of going into a fit of happiness for a whole other person. These kind of feelings were usually reserved just for me or my sister or my family. Well, you get the gist right? I never had a friend so close for whom I could've possibly felt so selflessly happy." There was a lot more but she just couldn't go on. Her eyes were moist; she was 30 and her emotions were still not in her control. She missed their crazy chats and endless arguments and totally hilarious inside jokes which only they could get. People used to say, time and distance change most of the things in our lives. She was glad that they were immune to this so called philosophy.
She needed to see him, right now. So she picked up her phone and dialed his number. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his caller tune. When he answered, instead of saying a nice and warm hello, she blurted out, "Seriously dude, Jesse Pinkman is old school." His laughter filled her ears and then he mimicked her voice, "Seriously dude, this is cool stuff which is beyond your understanding." She wanted to say something really sarcastic but nothing popped up, so she said, "Anyways, I had called to ask if you're up for a dinner date tonight?" She knew he wouldn't refuse but she had this habit of asking. "Yo, cool." She was about to hangup after they had decided the time and place but she couldn't help herself and said,"You know, after all these years, you still can't pull off that Yo." As always, he had no words but these, "Oh,what do you know."
They met over dinner and laughed their hearts out, pulling each other's leg. he belonged to the category of people you can call home and he felt the same for her. "Whoever said you need to be dating to go on a dinner date??", she wondered, for this, right here, right now was the best dinner date she'd ever gone out for.
