Random Date

Just when the idea of chilling around to get over a hyperrated one sided relationship kicks in, you open a tinder account. And just when you are sick of dickheads and tired of answering generic questions like what's your favorite position you happen to run into a guy who seems relatively sober. He talks like humans do in real life and not like some random Romeo from Bollywood. Faith in humanity restores, and befriending him seems a decent idea... In no time you fall for it, the idea I mean and the story begins.

In the lucrative world of hookups, old school romance often seems a distant dream. But being typically conditioned to assess the guy before even shaking hands, made this torn-between-the-two-worlds mind of mine read between every line he mouthed. Gosh, he talks so much!

Eventually word after word, my confusion intrigued. I was at the epitome of to-be-or-not-to-be when it dawned down, I don't need this. Since this is not staying on my bio life long, I don't need this trivial hypertension. So I started going out with this guy. No strings attached was still new to me. Please don't judge, I live in Dombivli. Period.

Anyway, so we used to catch up after work, after shopping, after dinner and then I realized, we had been seeing each other way too much. I mean, it's not every day you go about looking for a chai at 10 pm or coffee at 2 am. Or get drenched in rain in November. Or sneak in a private garden fooling security guard. Or hog on an ice-cream in the middle of nowhere. The ecstatic feeling was conjuring. The feeling snapped when I had been hopelessly roaming around the city with a relative stranger who was just another date till yesterday. It slapped hard, and I woke up with a hangover to square one. To go on, or not to. I started doubting myself to a point I cut the cord incessantly. Only to reconcile a few days later, simply because I realized, I was overreacting. Drama isn't necessary. He sure helped me come in terms with reality. True, it might sound incorrect if dug to depth, however it was superficial. Moreover, one can't crib over it all along. A vague probation, nevertheless considered!

I closed my eyes to obvious questions that would have erupted out from a detailed social media stalking. Deliberate. I paid a deaf ear to the pessimist noise of conscience. Not obnoxious though. Strangely, I grew to hear only melodies. Living in the la-la land wasn't that bad an idea, it seemed. The newfound relationship was back. Our friendship was back. And the feeling of happiness came knocking. Expectedly, it brought in fear accompanied.

It could be the start of something beautiful, or he could be a serial killer. He didn't show any traits of serial killer yet, but I remember reading somewhere, serial killers don't show obvious traits. A little skeptical at the start though, I decided to bank on my instincts and go along the tide. I could have stood by my upbringing and shut down the prospect of loving someone with no complaints and demands. No background check and no future clarity. But I chose to go otherwise.

I loved being in love, yet not being in love. I was falling in love with myself more. Singledom taught me why it's not necessary to have a guy around and you can enjoy your cake by yourself keeping the calorie count at bay. While this random date taught me, how it's wonderful to share a cake with calories not crossing your mind even once. It's strange how he helped me find myself, how I could evolve without much ado. How I learned to trust a stranger just by relying on my instincts.

Knowing I ain't stupid, I respect my likings. I could be crazy one day and saint the other. All said I trust my instincts enough to know m not walking on a wrong road, precisely I ain't walking on a road I can't come back. Further, I trust him enough to know I won't regret being with him. And even if he isn't what he seems to be, he sure is a life lesson, and in case things turn the other way round, my next post will be an interesting read.