Rendezvous

Writing from the Capital, I am lost in reminiscence. A week has gone by since I was introduced to her and I feel something amiss now. Almost as if I forgot and left something with her. So here, I attempt to retrace my steps to find an answer.

The call from her was inkling for quite some time now and I had to answer it. After some careful considerations, calculations and planning I decided on a date and set out to finally meet her. The fact that I started out early to see her soon did not go well with my destiny but I wasn’t the one to give up. The long arduous way cursed with the scorching sun was all a part of nature’s elaborate plan to discourage me. I noticed, like me there were a lot of other people too who was in a rush to meet her. What seemed like a few hours eventually felt like an eternity. At this point, I am perhaps exaggerating quoting the phrase “what does not kill you makes you stronger” but the situation was no less demanding. Undeterred, I went on.

Evening dawned. With the sun calling it a day, dark clouds took over the sky. A pitter patter of sorts brought a smile upon my face. I love this weather and this makes it just perfect to stage my rendezvous with her. The more I closed in, I could feel her presence. Just then, almost theatrical, to mark this union, the sky cracked open and it started to rain. I adjusted my vision through the big drops to see what was in front of me. Just the way I had expected, it was magical when I was welcomed by her with open arms. She gave me the feeling like I was lost all this while and has now found my way back home. The warmth of her reception was unparallel and I did not hesitate to surrender myself to her charm.

The rain decided to linger for some more time either in forms of a drizzle or a momentary heavy downpour. I wasn’t the one to complain. I was thoroughly enjoying her company. She made me connect with the nature, the same I had a tiff with earlier on my way. She showed me to a scanty little forest upon a hill cart road but the size of the forest did not matter. It was simply rejuvenating to inhale that air where all my persisting troubles and anxieties abandoned me and I choose to relax and unwind in her lap.

She must have heard my hunger growls and opened the doors to her delectable specialty. All thanks to her, I have never tasted such delicious kebabs in my life. To top it, there was adequate variety and quantity of beverages to accentuate the overall experience. I overshot my appetite and quenched more than my thirst. Combined with the perpetual precipitation I sank into a stupor and before I knew it I was lost in her love.

She also provided me the opportunity to meet some very beautiful people with such compassionate personalities. Their hospitality makes me strangely guilty because I could not give them anything in return to meet the standard of care rendered by them. My respect for them boosted and my love for her grew even stronger.

But all this was like a dream, only short-lived. I had to come back to Delhi and tune myself to the plastic life again while all along yearn only to go back in to her arms.

With her, I received more than I gave and left more than I brought back with me. Yes, I came back. I had to leave her and come back but with a promise that I will lose my way again into the quaint and tantalizingly beautiful “Bareilly”.