I sat there in my comfy couch in New York…wait I’ll make it more identifiable..my comfy couch in Planet Earth, waiting for her mail. I know there was a latency of about a day when it comes to messaging but time flies when you show deep involvement in whatever you do. This mail was very special as we were planning to ‘meet’ for the first time in person. After a grueling waiting period, I could finally read her message. She wanted me to come to New York-CZ212 and again to make it clear, that one was in Planet CZ212(‘luckily inhabitable’). We had a lot of shared interests. Both of us liked the movie Titanic and we felt it was a gem from the 20th century. She had presented me books by Sidney Sheldon when I turned 25 and they were the ones which I would go on to treasure for the rest of my life. However she didn’t have any idea of ‘Game of Thrones’ and was quite amused when I gave a brief outline of what that was all about. Love was indeed blind in my case as she, like others in her planet, was a ‘transparent being’. My efforts for sending a voice mail through Skype were also futile. Love, however, blossomed breaking the shackles of technology constraints.
So attached with this mail was her address, the one at Cedar Street. She had somehow managed to get a ‘tourist’ visa for me to both enter the planet and the country. I was thrilled at the idea of meeting her for the first time… hearing her voice for the first time… I had imagined in my mind that it would be a sweet one.
After my training period at Cape Canaveral, I registered for one of those space junkets. I would be leaving on 27th June, 2051.
My heart was pounding with exhilaration as the day finally arrived. I had bought her a digital watch as present. So after an ‘Earth-year’ of travel, I found my spacecraft striking the atmosphere of her planet.
It was a bright sunny day there and all was set for a romantic ride. But as I headed to her address I felt a blast of wind strike against my face ( Later I realized that it had been those transparent beings charging towards me). Voices ringed,” Run there’s another one heading this way”. Was it the dreaded apocalypse? A metal structure headed my way and I blanked out. As I woke up in the hospital a few hours later, I saw my digital watch showing ‘6:00 pm, 11th September, 2001’. No wonder we didn’t chat through Skype. I hurried to take one closer look at the card she had sent me. It had her office address which read “ABC Corp, 15th floor, Tower 1, World Trade Center”. With tears in my eyes, I heard one of those transparent guys enlighten me, “Quite unfortunate that our planet was formed fifty years after yours”. Quite unfortunate that we had to be parallel as well.