The fourteenth day of 2017’s scorching July summer. Soaked in sweat, wearing an utter confused look, eyes cautiously scanning every corner of the street and occasionally flipping my wrist to keep track of the time I stood there at one of the busiest parts of the city center. “Hey, is the restaurant nearby? Give me your phone,” said a mild voice coated with childlike innocence from behind. Before I could recollect my thoughts or frame any reply my cell phone was in her hands. As few drops of sweat paved its way from the forehead en route her ruddy cheeks, she continued to fiddle with my phone breathing briskly. Occasionally she would use her finger tips to get rid of the sweat that rolled to her eyelids disturbing her concentration. And sometimes she would adjust her blue half rimmed spectacles.
With static eyes I was witnessing everything unfold for those timeless four minutes and finally she gazed upon my face with her beady eyes full of life. “It’s right upstairs, let’s go!,” were her first ever words spoken to me. Never did I know our maiden encounter shall sow the seed of a beautiful tomorrow.
As we completed one year since our first meeting, we tried to do something special and nothing could be more special than revisiting the memory lane! So, we decided to walk on the footprints left a year ago. The same restaurant, same table, same food and same conversations again! Stared at the echoes of our maiden encounter again. Of course, alongside our morning also began with cooking some simple delicacies for her followed by a dinner date culminating the celebration of this beautiful day.