‘ME’ Time

Have you ever waited for anybody thinking in mind to let them be late?  So that I could have myself some ‘me’ time. Girl’s hostels are always or at least where the places I lived are mostly closed doors with lonely corridors. If you meet another person while you open the door, seven out of ten times they don’t look at you, and remaining times you can get a forced smile. I belong to the first part, I consider myself a reserved person who can initiate neither a smile nor a conversation. But interestingly it’s not the same if you just step outside the hostel, it’s always colorful, steamy dresses, laughter, friendship, love and of course the boys waiting to pick them up with their classy bikes as they step out of the lonely blocks.

The dried fallen leaves having a shade of dark to pale orange and the tiny young green leaves on the edges of the road, always has a pleasant feel, if its added with trees on both sides of the road and connected through their canopy on the sky, giving a block to the sun and allowing only a shadow of light to fall on the concrete road. It is a pleasing ambiance filled with calm and beauty. He was wearing a black shirt with dark shade blue pants and a matching leather shoes, he was really looking good in his attire, from where I can see him.

Obviously he did not notice me as he has shunted himself or he was having his ‘me time’ of taking pictures of himself in the mesmerizing beauty and the shade of the sky. He is not disturbed by girls crossing him or the security guard who is staring at him. He was only involved in himself to be in the perfect position to be seated for the person he is waiting to be seen. The dark green bench and his black shirt were giving the elegant look that needed. As I was moving away, I could see her dressed well pretty, in a peach-colored full-length dress, fitted in style. Her face was lightened up with a sweet smile, which might be the happiest smile I have seen in a really long time.

Please, she is not smiling at me; she is smiling at the black shirt. As she approached him, I expected him, to get up from the green bench to hold her, but to my surprise, they both sat and took a picture of themselves. Then I understood, all this time he was not having his ‘me time’ he was adjusting his phone in the exact position and seating himself appropriately to get an absolutely stunning picture when she comes out. Damn, the scene is not always what you imagine in your head.