\u201cWhere is the damn AC Remote?\u201d I muttered under my breath.<\/p>\n
It was a \u2018summer afternoon\u2019, two of the most beautiful words in the English language. And probably most harmonious sound for an English ear. But not for an Indian ear. It was a coastal place in Odisha. The weather was a pain in the ass.<\/p>\n
We studied coastal climates, about how the climate tends to be moderate. Either that was a lie or it\u2019s fucking global warming.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere it is. Found you son of a bitch.\u201d The sense of relief was real. I had already started imagining the cold air on my body. Got rid of my shirt. I threw myself on the bed. Closed my eyes for a few seconds and unlocked my phone. There was a notification from Tinder.<\/p>\n
My relationship with Tinder is quite complicated. Recently I have come to terms with \u2018tinde\u2019 (apple gourd), But not Tinder. A handful of matches and invisible yet visible amount of rejection. And this was the 3rd time I installed Tinder with high hopes.<\/p>\n
Got a couple of matches. I mean men will be men. You can find pretty girls and feel like your self-esteem drop every minute you spent here. What a lovely combination. It was a reply. Finally a reply after three days. But I\u2019ll take it.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, you like Anime, huh?\u201d (Me)
\n\u201cYes, Do you have any favorites?\u201d
\n\u201cWhy did you assume that I like Anime?\u201d
\n\u201c I just got that vibe from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom texts?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cI like Naruto and Death Note. What are your favorite animes?\u201d
\n\u201cI like *bunch of anime that I have never heard before*\u201d<\/p> \n\n
Note: The only reason I could not quite catch the anime name is the fact that I have only watched three anime in my life. And I had to improvise the conversation based on those anime. Good luck with that.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s your day going?\u201d (Me)
\n\u201cIt\u2019s boring. I have nothing to do. What about you?\u201d
\n\u201cI have work to do. I just don\u2019t want to do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
It sure was a boring day. I thought let\u2019s do something interesting. And asking her out on a date could be a good idea. But it makes me look desperate. Nervousness started kicking in. Maybe because of the fact that It would be my first date ever. Will she say yes? What if she thinks I am desperate?<\/p>\n
All these thoughts kept crawling in my head before I even asked her out. Boy, was I proud of my overthinking? Fuck it, man, I am bored. What\u2019s the worst that could happen? She will decline my request and I\u2019ll be embarrassed. Then I\u2019ll add this to the list of shitty decisions I have made in my life till now.<\/p>\n
Take a deep breath, take a deep breath you asshole.
\n\u201cSo what do you prefer? Coffee or pizza?
\n\u201cWhy not pizza with coffee sauce?\u201d<\/p>\n
Oh boy, felt like I found my soul mate. Not because I like that combination. Solely because most of the girls on Tinder are pretty boring to talk to. And finding a girl with weird food ideas was just what I needed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to meet up and get something to eat? Like pizza?\u201d (Me)
\n\u201cI\u2019d rather have biriyani.\u201d
\n\u201cI like you already.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSave that for later. How about we meet at the beach? At 5 pm?\u201d
\n\u201cAlright, sounds good. Here is my number **********, give me a call when you reach there.\u201d
\n\u201cSee you there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t be surprised. The beach was very crowded. And I think she was a really adventurous girl. Which she was. That will come later. After finishing up some work, took a bath. Put on a t-shirt and shorts, which was quite long. I definitely did not want to fill my jeans pockets with sand no matter what.<\/p>\n
4.15 PM. The weather was quite nice after the arrival of unexpected clouds. Got in my car and started the short journey towards the destination. Parked my car, took a seat on the beach and waited for her. I was sweating a little. The matter of concern was what if she stood me up. Waited for 10 more minutes.<\/p>\n
My phone started to ring. It was an unknown number. I answered it. Her voice was sweet. Maybe I am being overdramatic. But look at it from a virgin\u2019s point of view. She sounded sweet. She was there, near the bench. She was waving at me. I got up.<\/p>\n
She said, \u201cHi.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, there.\u201d And it was a half hug. An awkward one. God, kill me, please. Let me explain here real quick. She was a dusky looking girl wearing glasses. Height around 5.8, A little curvy. And she was beautiful. Not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful the way she smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, I am late,\u201d She said with a smile.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s fine. I am just happy that you did not ghost me\u201d
\n\u201cI was pretty bored, Decided why not? But I will leave you if I see any handsome faces here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you implying that I am not handsome enough?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you think? Are you?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t worry, I was just messing with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
We talked. We talked for half an hour. Then slowly I started getting uncomfortable. Something\u2019s wrong. I was aroused. And it started showing its behavior. I looked down at it while talking with her. This is not right. It\u2019s too soon. It was my stomach. It started growling.<\/p>\n
I knew I should have eaten something before I came here. Now I am hungry. And it\u2019s too soon for her to witness my creepy eating style. Let\u2019s be honest. No one, absolutely no one, wants to see their first date pouncing on a chicken leg like a hungry wolf. It\u2019s not attractive. I mean it is for me.<\/p>\n
But I am not sure what normal people think.
\n\u201cWhat? You hungry?\u201d She asked with a sly smile.
\n\u201cYes, are you?\u201d
\n\u201cAlways. What do you want to eat?\u201d
\n\u201cYou choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
So we ordered two biriyanis, fried chicken and some gravy. Now folks if you want to order food now instead of reading this story, go ahead. I understand. And I respect your priorities. Our natural instincts took over. We both realized that our spirit animal is a hungry wolf.<\/p>\n
We shredded those chicken\u2019s leg just like you shred gift wrappers when you are impatient. Paid the bill. Pure bliss. I\u2019d rather sniff biriyani aroma than an Axe deodorant.<\/p>\n
\u201cI must say. I was a little hesitant before eating biriyani in front of you. Crushing the bone like an animal is not the prettiest sight to witness. I am sorry if it left a scar on your memory,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cArey, don\u2019t be so self-conscious. All that matters is we erased the existence of those legs without harming the chicken.\u201d<\/p>\n
Time flew by. Another half-hour passed in a flash. It was very unlikely of me. Babbling for a long time without getting weird and nervy. And I was quite happy about it. We talked about our ambitions, plans, friends, etc. She had a smile on her face throughout the conversation.<\/p>\n
There was silence for a minute. We both stopped for a moment and gazed at the ocean. So calm. The beach was getting empty. It was time for us to return home. After a moment we both looked at each other and we realized that it\u2019s time to depart for today.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s getting late. We should head home,\u201d I said.
\n\u201cYes. We should,\u201d She smiled.
\n\u201cShould I drop you home?\u201d
\n\u201cNah, It\u2019s fine. Don\u2019t worry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not insist. Because I had to get back to my home too. We bid farewell. And a perfect hug. Yes. Score. She gave me a warm smile. I was staring at her till she boarded the bus. It was not love, just admiration. I received a message as soon as I got back.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople must be thinking of you as a creep the way you were staring at me.\u201d
\nI never realized that she caught me staring at her. Maybe I was too busy thinking about her while staring at her that I didn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t mind. I think everyone should admire beauty when they see it.\u201d I typed with a stupid grin on my face.
\n\u201cYou know what, I enjoyed our date. It was fun.\u201d She said
\n\u201cThat\u2019s good to hear. I was about to ask your feedback.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d
\n\u201cThinking about our date. I too enjoyed it. It was fun. I am looking forward to meeting you again.\u201d
\n\u201cHow about we meet tomorrow?\u201d She said
\n\u201cThat\u2019d be wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n
I realized that the stupid grin of my face was still there and It won\u2019t be fading away anytime soon. We chatted for a few minutes. Exchanging quality memes made us comfortable and our conversation went well. We scheduled our meeting for the next day. The unexpected clouds were still floating.<\/p>\n
I was lying on my bed. Watching the moon through the window, I felt alone. I don\u2019t know why I got sad. But I tried to shake up the feeling by listening to songs. And it worked. Slept like a bear. The morning\u2019s here. Overcast was cloudy. But I\u2019ve got a little sunshine on a cloudy day.<\/p>\n
Tried to study. But all I could think of was her. And I distracted myself with pleasure. We had decided to have lunch together. Coz. You know, food!<\/p>\n
She was early this time. She was wearing a white t-shirt and high waist jeans. This time, It was a perfect hug. Not gonna lie, I like hugging. It\u2019s comfortable. We ordered our food, talked about our childhood, relationships, memes, etc. We were comfortable with each other.<\/p>\n
Talking about our love for memes and webcomic preferences was a huge icebreaker. We talked about our food more than anything else. \u201cSo tell me honestly, What are you expecting from your Tinder match? A relationship or a fling?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBelieve me or not, I wasn\u2019t expecting anything at all. It may not go the way I intended. So it\u2019s better to enjoy the moment and see where it leads us rather than worrying about it too much.\u201d She said with a pure smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cWoah, Woah. Don\u2019t go too deep. I am not ready for this yet. So tell me, Was it good? Our short journey?\u201d I asked
\n\u201cOh yes, I am relishing this moment.\u201d
\n\u201cI am glad to hear that. It\u2019ll be listed as one of my achievements.\u201d<\/p>\n
She (giggles), \u201cWhat are you expecting from this date?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing serious, I have no expectations too. Just like you. I installed Tinder because, you know. There are several reasons. And the result is pretty good so far.\u201d<\/p>\n
After lunch, we were clueless about what to do. Both of us wanted to spend some more time together. It was a small town compared to a metro city. As it was cloudy we decided to go to a hill nearby which is situated near the Chilkha lake. The view from the top of the mountain was mesmerizing.<\/p>\n
So we started our journey. She parked her scooter near her home. And we went there by car. I let her use the aux cord. Her song collection was simply awesome. We reached there in an hour. Started climbing the mountain and it took us merely 30 minutes to reach the top.<\/p>\n
We were sweating. And she was tired. I was not. Just kidding. I was. But I was trying to make a cool impression in front of her. And from the look of her face, I was certain that she was in a little awe. \u201cHow the hell are you not tired?\u201d<\/p>\n
I just smiled. And the tiring journey did not disappoint us. A cool breeze stirred my hair as soon as we reached the top. We sat on a large rock under a tree. We could see the lake and the forest. It was a cloudy day. I was surprised that why the rain has not arrived yet?<\/p>\n
The weather certainly kept us on our toes. But it was pleasant. We both lay down looking at the sky. Without uttering a single word. I looked at her. Staring at the sky, smiling like an angel. Everything about the moment was beautiful. I was mesmerized. Not by the beauty of the lake, but by her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long will you keep looking at me?\u201d She asked still facing the sky.
\n\u201cAs long as we are together.\u201d
\nShe looked at me, smiled and said, \u201cI did not know that you can flirt.\u201d
\n\u201cMe neither,\u201d I said as I realized that my reply was just a reflex.<\/p>\n
We kept looking at the sky. We were both comfortable with the silence. It did not bother us. All I could hear at the moment was the wind gushing as if the mountain is breathing fresh and cold air. The tunes of the leaves brushing with each other made the scenery worthwhile.<\/p>\n
We talked for a few minutes. But most of our time was devoted towards staring at the sky. We decided to return. As we are walking down the mountain we both were silent. It was peaceful. We exchanged a few glances. But this time something changed. I could feel it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to stay here? Tonight?\u201d She asked looking at me. She was nervous.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t think we have enough supplies to make a camp,\u201d I replied with a smirk, fully aware of what she meant by staying here.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t act like you don\u2019t understand me.\u201d She said with a cute irritating tone.
\n\u201cYes, let’s stay here tonight,\u201d I said smiling but dancing inside.<\/p>\n
Yeah, we were together that night. And yes, we experienced bliss. But that\u2019s for the next part.<\/p>\n
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