One Sided Love Diary

Soon after I landed in Hong Kong, my first international one, it was not easy to gulp the fact that it will be my home for the next few months. Heading towards the taxi stand, I handed my service apartment details to cab driver and was all set to see the city.

Skyscrapers, glass buildings, double-decker buses, big roads, and whatnot. It was perfect in all means. After getting settled in a new place, I was feeling a bit empty. Maybe it was my first time away. Next week two more guys were supposed to join me. I talked to mom, and she bombed me with a question about the new place, people, climate, food and so on.

I ended the day by eating a partha made by me and mom's made pickle.

Perfect combination to begin with.

Next morning I stood in the line of bus stop below my apartment. I loved the beauty of public transport here. In a long queue, people were all set to hit the week. 

Rushing from the opposite lane I saw an Indian girl, with heels in hand, running to catch the bus. Getting in, she applauded herself. She handed her bag to me and started wearing her heels. She was perfect to start day one. So amiable and cheerful. Within no time she made my horoscope by a series of questions. As the Central stop came we got down. While I was charmed by the architecture of the place she forced me to walk fast as the elevators get fully occupied. She guided me to my building and showed where she worked. Mithali, CA in Hong Kong for six months on training.

Arriving at my office reception, I headed for a busy induction day. People were good here, and many Indians were also there. Day ended, and I was in a queue again. From the back, a sound came, " Aditiya, here come here". I was so thrilled to hear my name at a new place, it was Mithali, my first Indian guide, bus mate, stop mate and a queue mate even. She carried muffins with her, and forcefully handing me one, started her questions. I was so thrilled to have her with me on way back. Later she took me to a nearby store and helped me buy essentials for the week. 

The minute we headed for the apartment, all I could think about was her. Soon mom called and was happy to know that in one day I sounded so cheerful about HongKong. And the reason was Mithali.

We meet for the next two days, some chit chat bus trips and road walks. She was here for the next three months.

Thursday morning, seemed to be lifeless as Mithali was not at the stop. I repented that why I hesitated to take her number. The weekend I spent with friends, but somewhere in all drinks and chats, I was thinking about only her.

Sunday evening my new flatmates arrived. They were nice decent guys, one could ask for.

Monday morning all I prayed was to see Mithali. It was after a long time I actually asked God for something. And there she was standing in a shade. I wanted to hug her and ask her never to disappear. But keeping it formal, I asked where was she. She had a bad flue and so went to her aunt's house for rest. Her nose was red, sore throat, yet she looked so beautiful.

I was once again cheerful. We talked about new roommates and a lot more. The week just went so swiftly with her. I was in love with her. All I thought about to end the day and catch up with her. It was weekend, and we decided to dinner together along with my new flatmates and her friends. Mithali spent most of her time asking questions to my friends. I barely heard her saying my name. I was jealous, sad and irritated. But at last, she asked me for a night stroll. I was happy to have her alone. I don't want to share her with anyone. Saturday she planned to take me on a city tour. Day went with her like seconds. We had fun, smiles, ice cream which she pushed onto my face and clicked a pic.

Every minute of my life I was falling for her, but never had the courage to tell her. Maybe she would quit our friendship, this thought refrained me.

I loved my life when I was with her.

But soon three months were over. It was her farewell which me and my friends planned.

She looked fabulous that day. The next day I went to see off her. Standing outside the airport, all I wanted to fly back to India with her. She hugged me and left.

I was terrible without her. It was after ages I was crying like a school kid.

The next morning I checked my phone to see if she called me. Soon I saw her status describing

Finally back.. feels like ages without you... And a pic of her with someone else.

Another update saying LDR worked for us. And back we stand cheek to cheek. A close up selfie with a great guy.

Mithali never talked about her relationship, or maybe I was stupid enough to never ask her.

Later she posted our ice cream pic stating that miss my best buddy. 

I was only a buddy for her, while she became my life. Sooner or later we have to move on and so did I. Met new people. But Hong Kong never seemed to be the same without her.

It has been a year since I met her. But still, I hope to be with her on my bus ride someday.