It All Happened In A Party..

Scene (i): The whereabouts

The other day we all went for a party in this bar and there was this gal who was drawing a lot of attention from the hoi polloi. There was sth abt her that was catching everyone’s gaze. She has two cute signs pasted on her saying check me out.

She wore this black sleeveless kurta and her curls were falling on her chest. On any given day her long legs could have given anyone an adrenaline rush. The room was lit by the mere radiance of her face and every single being in my clique was busy checking her out.

She was reading this magazine with a drink in her hand. It did not take any pain to notice she wore no ring. The sparkling Martini was lurching in the glass to kiss her. It was in that moment she bothered to sway in the direction where I was busy preaching the basic rules of the dance floor to my retards who were obviously gasping at my face with mouth open. She was kinda different. Trust me I can tell. I had my back to her when I happen to see her face in the mirror opposite to me. I had never been dumbstruck in my life. Let’s take that for the first time. But I paid minimal attention as I have always held myself in high air of attitude. When we hit the floor my mates were all over the place but we were having a roll. I cornered myself to get a glimpse of her again and I found her looking square at me.

Anna, One of my gal friends tapped me on my back and said “don’t you think we know her from somewhere”?

I shrugged and said, she must be good in bed. And how in the hell you know that, Anna asked?

Look we men keep things simple; all hot gals are good in bed.

We all then took a break from the dance floor and went for drinks. Every once in a while we had an eye contact for a millisecond which prompted us to open billion possibilities of a date together.

Not talking to each other would have been totally gross, such impromptu was the moment and so precarious was the thought. Every now and then we run errand chasing our romantic projections and this chick was giving me a high. The gals in my group by now have tuned their small brain signals to mine and it was an absolute resonance.

Anna said: yeah yeah, I am on it.

You are such a darling Anna.

Anna approached this gal while we all sat watching the proceedings. I found it somehow fascinating.

All this time when Anna was trying to strike a conversation she was looking at me.

Anna reverted while she sat sipping her dry martini maintaining the eye contact and swirling her tongue in her mouth. I was sure the olives tasted better in her mouth. She had a way playing a seductress. I must give her that.

I got up and Anna murmured ‘Stop chasing that white rabbit else you are up next for humiliation’. Neha is one of a kind.

Nehaaaa, Hun.

You won’t get her, my mates said. They almost shouted.

Keep it down ladies and don’t let your jealousy consume you before she joins us tomorrow guys.Watch me,I said.

I approached her.

She was impeccably dressed and I was also up for the occasion.

Scene (ii): The conversation

Can I have a look at the magazine?..(I en-quired)

Be my guest..(Hospitality Followed)

 I know this is asking a lot but how many hot guys you found yourself in that magazine?..(I Mocked)

And how do you know that’s what I am looking for?..(Neha Subdued)

What other thing in the world will make a gal like you have a drink all by herself?

Well genius, I might be waiting for somebody..(Neha trying to kill my Curiosity)

 I see nobody coming all this time.

What did you say your name was?

You can do better asking for it..(Acting Pricey)

I won’t ask Anna for it.

Neha you can call me Yash.

Yash why were your friends starring at me?

Normal people have this bad habit of checking out all beautiful things.

Are you hitting on me?..(pulling herself together)

No, I did that half an hour ago..

Why are you not with your group?..(As if you want me to be there honey)

I have you to keep me company.

What took you so long to buy me a drink?..(Getting into the Act)

Because I was busy making arrangements for our dinner tomorrow.

What makes you think I am coming?

You are still holding my gaze.

(Neha looks around and smiles with eyebrows raised)

Yeah I agree something is transpiring between us but you took it way forward yash.

I did not plan ahead of the dinner table.

I am an interlocutor Mr.(Yeah yeah Whatever)

Prima Facie; yes but I am glad you are no humbug..(Playing Smart)

You think I will succumb?..(Neha I wont pop up the question Directly, I am too modest for that)

I know you won’t be dilly-dallying.

That’s a preposterous way of asking a lady for a dinner.

I don’t like playing chivalrous.

I should have foreseen the attitude coming.

It won’t take long to locate yours.

What makes you think you are so tough?

Nobody ever told me I can break.

So you want to see me or talk to me yash?

I just want to be with you.

Do I have that effect on you?

You are worth the trouble..(making her feel Good)

I am sure that’s not what Anna thinks.

I heard you are good at humiliating..(commenting)

I think It's too early for taking sides.

Yeah let Anna live with whatever she thinks. She holds nothing against you Neha.

Hmm. I will drop by tomorrow at the Leela palace, sharp nine in the evening.

Don’t say we have nothing to talk about. Better say I gotta go and will see you tomorrow.

Show me your hand yash. (She writes her number on my palm)Call me..(Hell Yes, Now we are talking)

You got it..(Modesty is good sometimes)

So?..(Man she is interested)

Sooo….

Why don’t you drop me to my place?..( See i told you)

Yeah sure. Where do you put in?

(Anywhere you like) this was not what she said. I dropped her to her place and she jolted me that million dollar smile of hers.

Anna freaked out on the floor and I realized all this conversation was a sham. Neha (As I know her name) was sitting with her friends but she was still responding to my gaze. She was done dancing and then called it a day. She was leaving but I felt as if she is taking a part of me with her. There was something she was trying to say. There was a lot I wanted to listen to but none of that happened and she left. I wanted to stop her but I had social obligations which coerced me to abstain from my thoughts. I don’t know what was that between me and her but I will remember that for a long time and would wish at least a part of it to come true. I can approach her at work but I am afraid of the intruding into her space. What if all this was nothing but a mere whisker of serendipity. What if I were just oblivion for her? I want that window to open up again and I believe I will have to do something for that. I have thought about not doing that something but every time I do that her breath taking soporific image grapples me and corroborates me to make haste. She within a short span of time has established a despotic rule over my heart. I have no idea where this conundrum of talking to her in person will take me but the rectitude of my motives says that everything is fair in love. I will either land up in front of her or I will stop hankering her before I dare to pull a Faux Pas.