Dream!

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Ok... I was asking for a curve... I got it. The dream turned into a nightmare, just like that. Na-aa it wasn't all that bad actually. She sent an alcohol lover, on one of his best looking days, to a bar and didn't show up herself. Big deal!

You guys are wondering what I'm on about. Alright, let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a boy, and there was a girl. They both had promised each other love... forever and ever. They used to count days before the boy reached back home so that they could meet and kiss each other, complete each other.

Then one day, the boy broke up with the girl, for reasons that are way too long to explain on a terribly hung over morning.

Anyway...

The boy came back. He didn't have the girl's number because he lost it. So the game's all fair. Sure, at times he wished he had her number still so that at least he could call her.

I mean come on, we're not in kinder garten. Saying a hi doesn't harm anyone.

It does. Saying a hi, in this case, harmed someone.

The boy got a call one evening while he was driving back from the gym. It was the girl, wondering how the boy was doing.

He asked her, "Do you want to meet up?" It was a sensible thing to do, he thought, since they were so close by. She was in Delhi.

No, she said, "that's not on my agenda."

"Then why did I have to know you're here. I shoulnd't have known. Why did you call me?"

"It was a mistake."

Aaaaah.

The boy didn't like it at all, because he knew, now, he had her number saved on his phone. Now that is BAD when a little bit of alcohool goes down, apparently.

The boy called her one night, and she picked up, spoke very nicely or so he thought, and then hung up after a few minutes saying she'll call back but she didn't.

The next morning the boy called, she said she didn't call because it was 4am and a little late. Fair enough.

"Let's meet Noor."

"I don't meet fat people." (!!!!!!!!!!!!) "Why do you want to meet me?"

"I just want to meet you, once, face to face, that's it."

"Ok 5.00, at Three Sixty (Oberoi hotel)."

It was 12.49 when he hung up with her then, God alone knows how he spent the next four hours watching terrible movies, but still watching them so that time went faster.

It was to be one of his best looking days. Like there are good hair days and bad hair days... just the same way, there are days when you look better than ever. (I mean, I flipped when I looked at me in the mirror with my kaajal on).

Just before leaving the boy called her up and asked her, is it on? Yeah yeah sure, she said. "Make it 5.30 though. If you reach before me, I have a table reserved for us in my name."

Cool.

He went. (With flowers!!!!!) Like a fucking idiot! Waited and waited... and waited. Asked the woman at the counter if there was a table reserved in the name of blah blah blah, and she said no.

He should have got it then. H waited some more, and then called her up. She wouldn't pick up. Again and again, until she did.

The boy could hear a male background voice, "Uthale phone, paagal ho raha hai. (pick up the phone, he's going mad)"

"Where are you ya? I'm here."

"Here where?"

"Three Sixty, where you called me."

"I'm on my way, I'll be there in 15 minutes."

"Aren't you late?"

"Yeah, I'm a little late. Ok? 15 minutes."

Another beer please. Fosters pint.

Half an hour, the boy called her again. She didn't pick up. Yeah, he should have got it then, but man, it was his dream, his dream coulnd't shatter on his face like that for God's sake. There was hope still alive.

Again he called, again and again, she didn't pick up.

And then he called from another cell phone, she picked up.

"Is this your idea of fun?" he asked.

"What fun?"

"Why aren't you here yet?"

"Here where?"

"Three sixty man, I've been waiting here."

"No, I didn't want to meet you, but you weren't ready to listen."

And so my friends, this is how the boy's love story ended. He didn't know where this meeting, like he dreamt of it, would have taken him. He had no idea.

He thought in those few moments when he is with her, his entire life will shrink and fit, just in that probably one hour of siting face to face with her.

But that wasn't to be.

The boy, totally shocked at the girl's behaviour... like it was Un-fucking-believable, because where he comes from people don't do that to people they claim to have loved so madly - calling them somewhere ad then not showing up, and in the middle saying, keep waiting I'm a little late, I'll be there in 15 minutes, called up one of his close friends, and told her.

"Ro, get out of there. She's psycho. Just get out."

So much for a dream. It ended.

The flowers? Well, I gave them to the woman who I asked if there was a table reserved in the name of...

"She didn't turn up, ha?"

"Na'aa, that's ok..."

Does the boy wish bad for the girl? No way. It's ok. I guess that was her idea of revenge - revenge for me breaking up with her. If it made her happy, I'm more than glad to be the one who's wounded. I loved her after all. She's Noor, after all.

Did it leave him hurt? Well, I think I wa already wounded, and when the wound was healing there was scab formation. It was as if, when she called me up she knew I was healing and didn't want that. So I guess she just tried to pull off the scab. She managed to pull off a little bit, which obviously bled a little, and then stopped.
Now, I'll let the rest of the scab fall off on it's own.

Any regrets? Just one. That she couldn't see ME. Hence didn't know what she just missed. But that's ok.

Good bye Noor. May God bless you, for giving me yet another first in my life. Never been stood up before.

"She's the one who's insecure Ro. She totally fits in for a weirdo. Only weirdos do this."

Feeling? Absolute indifference. No hatred, no heartbreak. Just indifference.

Love story? Ended.

Buh bye.