Date : A Love Story

'He' was simple. He was holding a Diary. He was waiting for someone.

There were colors, reflected from the sky as sun was slowly setting down.

'She' was walking slowly thinking about all the recent events. Gentle breeze making her comfortable enough for dimpled smile. Sound of sea and traffic on one side merged and she was composing her own music in her head.

The idea of someone being romantic and proposing her right at this moment was stupid enough.

But who stops dreaming when nature wants you to do so! She was into her thoughts that she didn't notice someone was watching her. When she saw him, he immediately turned his face.

That guy was there since many days observing her whenever she went for a walk at the shore. She continued watching him, when he watched again, she went up to him and SLAPPED...

"How dare you stare at me daily, who gave you the right to scan my body with your filthy eyes..."

He was embarrassed, not ashamed, Shocked by sudden behavior of that girl, he became numb and his brain omitted thoughts like they are letters in a haplology.

But he stood there for a moment of silence and said, "I am sorry."

The next day, she saw him again with a diary. But he was not looking at her. He was silently looking at the waves and was writing in his diary. Everyday she saw him there but not looking at her anymore, sitting on the same bench everyday and watching the sunset, holding a pen.

She thought she was wrong scolding a simple guy who had no wrong intentions. Yet he was so humble, apologizing to her without even arguing. She went near to him. He tried to hide what he was writing in his diary.

"Excuse me", she said. "I'm sorry for my behavior that day, I thought you are one of them... Stalkers"

"That's fine, I don't blame you..." he said calmly.

"But you were looking at me, weren't you..?"

"Yes I was watching you..."

"Well, I don't blame you now, you are a boy, may be it's in your nature."

"If we don't look around, how do we date anyone... "

"So you wanted to ask me out? So why didn't you just talk to me? Okay, try me... If I'm impressed, Its a date"

"Are you sure? "

"Staring at a girl won't help much, unless you impress her with some witty lines, basics of date, don't you know ?"

"Well, that's an easy trap to pick girls out for a date"

"What do you mean? "

"Okay, Dating a girl by saying some random lines you find it on the internet, not quite my way of impressing.."

"Well I'm not quite impressed by your reply either..", she gave a sarcastic laugh.

He just smiled, wrote something one the last page of his diary, tore it apart... dropped it in the dustbin near by and walked away.

She picked up the paper after he was gone, from that bin, which said,

If you picked this paper up from a dustbin full of garbage.. Then I've already left quite an impression on you...

---------One Year Later-----------

'He' was simple. He was holding a ring. Wait was over.

'She' waited for someone she once dreamed of while walking on the shore...

The idea of someone being romantic and proposing her right at that moment was not stupid enough...

His diary was still there and first page of it said, "Date : A love story"