A love call

 A few more blocks I thought. A few more blocks and then I can go back to my place. I walked enough for tonight. It has been a tiring day today, honestly it has been a tiring week. A soft breeze grazed my face pushing a lock of hair on my face, I adjusted my earphones. Again. A habit i have picked up on since axiety has taken over me. I saw a street music show across the road. Me being me, put away the earphones and headed over there. 


"Tu pehla pehla pyaar h mera" song was being played. I closed my eyes. I miss being carefree, being just me. "He is not even that good" said someone beside me, forcing me to open my eyes. I looked at him, "He doesn't have to be" and moved near a railing behind the show to sit and enjoy. He came beside me and sat. I ignored him, looking straight ahead. "Alright he is nice. You just looked so at peace listening to him so i-" he was talking when I cut him off and said, "so you decided to come and disturb my peace." 


"I m sorry, I had no idea u had a bad day" said him. I looked at him puzzled. He explained that generally no one gets rude with an absolute stranger if the person doesn't have anything else in mind. I agreed. World is cruel, but i guess we all know why. I apologised for the rude behaviour, obviously. He asked if I live around here. "Ok Mr. Stranger, no doubt I talked rudely to you but we don't have to be creep about it." I said. He gave me appalled expression and said, "You gave away good vibes, that's all. If you want I can show you my id and adhaar. I m from a very respected and nice home." 


I laughed and told him where i live. He too lived near me, to be precise behind my society. And eventually we decided to walk back home together. I tucked my phone and earphones in my shorts pocket, I don't think I'll need it now. So we talked about our work and how life has been lately. Since he was a stranger and we probably were never gonna talk again, I told him all the sorrows and complains I had with my life. The best part about it was that we talked and listened, no solution offering or down grading each other's problems. Yes, we laughed about it. We all laugh on our problems, at least eventually. 





"What do you do in your leisure time?" he asked. I laughed and said nothing. "Hey! Everybody does something in leisure time, that's why I didn't ask you that what are ur hobbies because one may not have any hobby" he said in admonishing tone. "Life has been so stressful, I don't have leisure time nowadays" I said. "Alright, what would you do if you had leisure time? I rephrase it" he raised his eyebrow. Listening music was my answer. The lamest of all answer. But that was the truth. I m not an interesting person, and I have made peace with it a long time ago. But someone asking me abt all this, had some kind of attracting serum in it. He had started talking again, probably saying that it is lame or maybe wow, serene. I was not listening, I was watching. Watching him talking to me, that playful smile, his feet and steps slightly tilted towards me yet keeping a respectable distance between us. His hair slightly pushed back because of the breeze, thick eyebrows dancing along the words and expressions. The slight shape of shoulders a bit visible in his sweatshirt. Joggers and sneakers, a perfect outfit for a walk. I looked at me, an absolute mess, sleeping shorts, sweatshirt's one shoulder falling off on my arm, flip flops. I was overthinking my first impression on him when something caught my attention in his words.


"Show me your playlist." I stopped walking. Looking at him. Nope. That is not happening. I m not agreeing to this no matter what. Playlist is practically a mirror to one's thoughts. I just shaked my head in a no and laughed, "As if!!" 


He was adamant, kept pushing on the topic. And I kept denying it. Eventually he gave up. Our place was getting closer. Suddenly I didn't like it. Even I was surprised by that feeling. I just met him! How can I feel more comfortable with him than my own home... How can some stranger's talk make more sense that me getting home and facing my life again... How can this man, who apparently and potentially be a serial killer (hey! Its still a possibility. I didn't see his id or something) is more home to me than my own home... 


I looked at him and asked, "So what do you do in your leisure time?" He smiled, "We are on the same page on this topic Ms. Stranger." I just smiled and looked ahead. We talked some more, mostly him talking and me listening. The night grew colder. I could feel cold on my nose tip. And for absolutely unknown reason, I felt like looking at him. I did turn my head towards him just to see him already looking at me. We held eyes for a second or more and then I looked away. Again for unkown reasons I feld blood rushing in my cheeks and ears. Just to ckeck if he saw that too, I looked at him. He raised his hand approaching my face, I could practically hear my heartbeats in my ear. (Partly because this could be the moment where he grabs and murders me or maybe he would boop me on the nose because of the red. Trust me I really wished for the 2nd one) 


He pushed the hair lock that flew on my face due to breeze. Something in his eyes told me that the first option can never be true. Something fluttered in my stomach. I looked away. 


My place was here. I smiled at him and said, "It was really nice meeting you Mr. Stranger." He laughed. The nose scrunch, every time he laughed his nose scrunched, it is cute. I turned away towards my home when he held my hand, I looked at our hands and then him, "I would like to change that mr. stranger phase. I would like to know your name and you. I would like to be important and close enough to you to see your playlist." 


I took my hand away and went closer to him. Close enough that I



felt his breath on my forehead. I pushed my hand down his pant pocket till his phone. I typed my phone number in it, looked at him, "Call on this later to know my name whenever you feel the urge getting stronger" I turned away and walked back to my house.


I felt my phone ringing, an unknown number.



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