A Bluetiful Date....

A blue eyed girl in a blue salwar

A blooming flower in a blue metro car

A blueberry bird flying afar

A blue hued love beneath the star

He would have loved to call it his fist date with her. Having known her for many years since school, he had started talking just weeks before. He had been stunned by the pace at which they grew close. A replica of himself, he had missed knowing for years. He reached her office a few minutes late. It didn’t matter as the delay was mutual, just like many other stuff. They had planned to both wear blue.

He mentally swooned as he caught sight of her exiting her workplace. Drop dead gorgeous seemed lacking as English didn’t have the adjectives to describe her. Time stopped, as did his eyes. They were awestruck and stuck on her face, drinking in her beauty.

Chennai’s traffic meant they went by the Metro and not his bike. He was glad as he just wanted to keep looking at her. Metro was also the fastest way to Anna Nagar from Ashok Nagar. Anna Nagar is a heaven for foodies and couples. So, the bike was laid to rest in the parking as the train whooshed into the station.

Memories hit hard, harder than trains probably. He was controlling his tears.

An Italian restaurant in Anna Nagar was the destination. The foodie he was, he couldn’t understand how she could eat so less. The ice cream was less of a disaster as she ate more. As she gracefully ate a spoon of ice cream, he couldn’t help staring open mouthed. He was melting faster than the butterscotch on her lips.

 Food apart, he couldn’t figure out what was going on in her mind. Was it a date? Was he acting stupid? Desperate idiot seemed more apt to him. He decided that it would be the worst idea to kiss her and tell her that she was the most beautiful woman he had set his eyes on. Holding her hands was bliss and he still didn’t know if it was a date.

It was a bad idea, he thought. He wanted to know, he knew. He blurted out after contemplating for long. “Do you think this is our first date?” Silence.

He knew he had screwed it. History was repeating. Regret for his words.

“Yes”, she smiled. Ecstatic failed to describe his emotions. Alcohol would have never made him so high, ever. A grin he had long lost, was slowly beginning to come afore. A story was beginning.

Two little people, each draped in blue, one beautiful couple, together like glue.

Deep in his heart, he knew. It was the beginning. A beautiful story that would lead to yet another tragic end.