A Wail..

He has been contemplating for a while, over the possibility of a rendezvous since their first and the last meeting. Enough of the hints being given to her which was futile and took him nowhere, finally he decided to take the matter into his own hands. As the first step, he called on his cupid, a gifted Sony Ericsson. He scrolled down the contact list, till he found her name. Now it’s only a key that stood between him and a prospective rendezvous, unless she decided otherwise. But then something happened to him, he felt a lump in his throat and and was too weak to talk. Life has been hard for him. His inhibitions, it pulled him backwards every time when he tried to move ahead. But this time he was tenacious and knew the workarounds. He just typed in a short, crisp message, which was mentally phrased and rephrased many times and sent it to her. Thus he began the wait which seemed to last for an eternity. Time, it never moved in his favor, either too slow or too fast. She reciprocated not so late and, that was a positive. He was excited but, he has been constantly advised by those concerned to grow up. So he restrained himself from the public display of emotions, he regarded that as a visible sign of maturity.

And finally he met her. He talked to her in ditto with the script, written well before and rehearsed many a times but, it was too short to last the entire assignation. He was stuck again, at the wrong time, at the wrong place. He tried to bail himself out of the mess, wiping sweat from forehead he said:

He: the climate is too hot these days.

She: the mall is fullyair conditioned

He: aaargh!!