As i stepped into the cafe, i could easily spot her. She was sitting alone, her eyes fixed at the door waiting for me. Except for the annoying couple, who couldnt keep their hands off each other, and a family seated at the far end, the cafe was practically empty. She had been there quite early and had got us a place.

As i walked in from the drizzle outside, with my vision blurred by the drops of water on my specs and the sudden change in the lighting, i could spot her with ease. She looked like an angel. 2 months… 2 months we spent talking to each other over the phone and today i met her in flesh and blood. She was nothing like i had imagined. Much more than i thought. Perfect!

With the rush of happiness slowing both of us down, it took both of us sometime to kick off a decent conversation. The obvious choice of our first talk was the annoying couple next table. They incrementally made us uncomfortable with their attics and we agreed to shift to another table.

To this day i dont know what i spoke to her, what was it that i heard her say the only things i know are – the pink top that she was wearing, the blue jeans, the strand of hair which annoyed her in between, the glitter in her eyes, her nail polish, her smile and most of all the way she looked at me ….