Everyone has a dream and fantasy about a
person they will meet in some point of time in their life. People often wait
for that very moment from where their life will make a turn. Me as a struggling
writer always wanted to come up with a story that has never been told before. And
meeting with this one person is my part of the story.
Virtual world is where you find peoples
with different stories. You will find a new person who has something personal
to share every day. The introverts often hesitate to share their inner feelings.
I got this man from nowhere in the virtual world and this is his story.
I describe myself as an introvert because I
don’t want to share my feelings, I don’t want to share my story, because no one
will ever listen to them. Tell me who will prefer to listen a sad story? No
one. But you know what? everyone has a secret friend and we introvert have them
in the internet. There is this one girl I often talk in the internet. We were
so close and also because we don’t know each other. But we know the feelings of
each other. Every odd we could not share with the rest of the world; we share
with each other. And I would like to
share this one with you cause it’s the happy one.
The days were too hectic with busy
schedules. I was just home from the hospital after a very long night that I have
to spent looking after one of my friend, who was admitted after a minor heart
attack. I was so tired, laying on my bed surfing and I got this message from
the same girl.
“Hey what are you up to today?”.
“Nothing
much” I replied.
“What about you?”
“I am at college, waiting for my research
teacher to come.”
“Are u alone?” I hesitated to ask that.
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“May I join u? if you don’t mind.” I kind
wanted to flirt. I bet u, you will not believe.
“Why not. Come over.”
“You sure?” I am confused.
“Yeah. Of course.”
I have never met the people from my internet
in the real. I was in a dilemma. And then all of a sudden I decided to go. So, I
get myself into a brown old trouser and white old shirt that I have been
wearing for the past two years. Actually I am not a fashion guy.
I reached the college by the time of 12:30
in the clock.
I was feeling too nervous entering the
gate of the college. I sent a message to her “Where are you? I am at the
college.” I didn’t know what to write so.
“Ha Ha. You really came? I was just
joking.”
“Oh sorry! I will take a leave.”
“Wait. Let’s meet. Come to the library.”
She welcomed me with a hello and a smile
on her face. I was too nervous at that time. I didn’t know what to say. I just
waved. A complete silence for a moment and then she started to talk and I started
to look at her. She was so beautiful. As the two of us were sharing the
experiences we had throughout the time on the internet I started to feel her
presence. She has got that arresting deep eyes that I could not even stop to
gaze into her eyes the whole time she was talking with me. She was so fantastic
and charming. I have never ever guessed that she will be that much confident
and comfortable. It was our first meeting today and I felt like I knew her from
the ages.
I was getting comfortable with her now. We
shared a lot of things and most of all we did was talking. She has got a
magical voice. I can still listen to that voice. And when she smiled at one of
my stupid joke, oh magical, I just forget all of my pains and felt refreshed. When
that tiny part of her lower lips goes down a little bit creating a small gap
from where I can see the sparkling white teeth of her, I just liked this girl. At
this very moment I wanted to write about this amazing girl. But I couldn’t make
it cause you now I am not a writer and even if I write one, who will read my
story.
We spent the rest of the day talking
inside a café enjoying the chicken sausage and french fries. We talked about
each other. We talked about family, stories, movies, music. We talked about
everything. We shared feelings, emotions. This girl has something in her that I couldn’t
stop thinking about her after her departure. Oh my dear lord what is this
happening to me. Why am I thinking too much about this one girl? Why I could
not forget that image of mine in her deep eyes?
From that day I have got a special feeling
towards her that I could not convey to her. We still talk on the internet. We are
even more closer than we were before. But I have never shared the feeling that I
got when I first met that day at the college.
As I was writing this story, I have always
framed a picture of that girl from his internet. I wish I could ever meet her
and tell her his story. I wish that she has got the same story for him. I wish
their story get to a happy ending. I wish!!
