An Open Diary

And on an evening I finally went out with him. It was drizzling and the streets were filled with an earthly scent. 

I never imagined that an introvert like me can go on a date. Its new. I don't care it goes good or not, I'll remember the day.

He had told me that its a well known cafe. I brought my savings with me. Knew it was going to pinch quite hard. And as soon as I sat with him, he decided to break the silence.

"So...like the place?", he questioned. As if I was going to say no!

"I love it", I spoke up. 

I really didn't know why he had selected me for a date when I was his complete opposite. I was sitting in front of an extroverted party freak with a flawless accent. My desi heart melted on the accent though. 

He looked at me with a sense of comfort. "Cmmon! It was visible in his eyes. Right? I'll overthink about it when I reach home", I thought to myself. He was enjoying my silence. 

"You are not an open diary", he said.

I thought of correcting him by saying, "you mean, I'm not an open book, right?".

At first I instantly judged that he is bad with quotes and sayings but he tried proving me wrong the very next moment. 

"No, you are not an open diary, you are a closed book, you can open up later, but you are not an open diary". He corrected with quite confidence.

I ignored it. It made no sense. Either it was his ego to prove that his saying was correct or he was just playing around.

 

We spoke about our likings and hobbies. I explained how I have difficulty to be myself in front of others. He smiled and was kinda enjoying my talks. That was rare.

I didn't realize when the time passed. Our vibes seemed to match. Through silence.

The drizzling made it better. I felt warm after a long time. 

He said " let's go for a walk, weather's good". And could I resist?no no no. I nodded my head and WE paid the bill and went outside. 

We walked on the sideway and it was empty. 11 at night you see. 

"I know you will make sense of my weird sayings, I believe in that", he said.

I was lost in the cold shy winds and his words woke me up. "I-I didn't get you"...I somehow said it.

"You maintain a diary right? you'll understand it all"...he said. We didn't discuss anything further but yes, the silence didn't feel awkward. We were there with each other even through the silence.

It was getting late. To be honest, I didn't want to leave. I was enjoying it. The vibes felt like something very comfortable, loveable. Leave it. I went on to say bye. He looked at me for half a minute straight without blinking, as if he didn't like the 'bye'. 

He took a deep breath and said, "The next meet is on you". And went away slowly. Nah!I didn't call him back. I felt an odd ache but I made my way back home.

As soon as I reached home, I closed the door and thought about the day in a short. Smiled and went inside. 

I decided to read some romantic novels the day. Each page of the book meant a meaning to me now...they all seemed relatable and maybe, realistic...

I'll write my own story in diary today. I searched for the object everywhere and finally found it in the corner...

I opened it, it was blank...

I stopped. Looking at the blank page for a moment,

"I am not an open diary"...I spoke to myself.

I grabbed my phone. Opened Facebook. Searched for his profile. Gazed at his display picture and smiled with much warmth and an actual care for him

The next thing I did was to text him

'We are meeting tomorrow'...