I Believe In Serendipity
[b][i][c=#800055]Accidental Serendipity[/c][/i][/b]
[b][c=#359E00]A crowded Times Square Evening.[/c][/b]
"So, you gonna carry that popcorn pack while you sit"?, he chuckled. "Yes, and I hope I don't trip over you, hahah".. I laughed, as I tried to balance the packet on one hand and bottled water on the other, while carrying a huge backpack.
"So for how many days, you'd be around this city?", he enquired..
"Not quite long, just 2 weeks", I said with indifference.
"I guess you should just sit then and enjoy the view ", it's marvellous in the evenings",he said .
And that's when everything fell in its place. I couldn't sit in that high bench,"Damn bench", funny and stupidity at its heights.. So many stuffs in my hand.
"Come, I'll lift you up, don't worry you won't fall on me", he smirked.
"Hey no, I am good",I said in a hurry. "Maybe I'd just stand and watch the lights"..
"We both can try once. You won't repent, trust me Miss"..
And there we went with our own countdown.. 1,2,3!!..he lifted me up.. And.. I could finally sit in that high platform,.. That was a huge embarrassing moment for me,I'd say.
"well, thank you", I nervously giggled.."Pleasure is all mine", he continued.. "Can I have your phone number"?
"Not yet, don't have a connection", I said quickly..
He took a note from his coat, scribbled something and handed over to me.
"I want to meet you again", He said.
"Well,I laughed, unmindfully" We shall see, if destiny is with us", again a stupid move from myself.Goddamn, why do I lack words in real life ?
He smiled, looked at my eyes for a few seconds, and said.. "I don't do good-byes often. That's my number, if you want to call,please feel free".. BTW my name is Pete, and..
"I want to meet you again"..Let's catch up for a lunch someday, maybe?, he expressed his desire,not sure about my reaction though.
"Yeah, that sounds just fine",I smiled with a bit of surprise .
He then signalled me a phone - dial smilingly , and waved a bye as he went by, looking back at me while disappearing in the crowd..
I sat there speechless.
In his note he had given his number and name.
In that moment,I was so happy. Not that I was only"happy", I was thrilled, captivated. Something about his eyes.. Must be..
Next morning, I woke up and searched my handbag for the note,but couldnt find.
"You're crazy", Claris (my roomie) said.
"I,oh, wait.. How did I loose it?, Oh, must be that kid who pushed me in the street." You can't blame me, I can't afford picking up everything that fell off including popcorn,can I "?" That's a crowded street damn it."
So, then.. Here goes my serendipity.
No calls, no texts, no connection, no clues..
Just that evening of laughter.
Eyes meeting eyes, hope meeting hope.
A hopeless and a magical encounter, which will never take place in reality ever again.
[b][c=#359E00]A crowded Times Square Evening.[/c][/b]
"So, you gonna carry that popcorn pack while you sit"?, he chuckled. "Yes, and I hope I don't trip over you, hahah".. I laughed, as I tried to balance the packet on one hand and bottled water on the other, while carrying a huge backpack.
"So for how many days, you'd be around this city?", he enquired..
"Not quite long, just 2 weeks", I said with indifference.
"I guess you should just sit then and enjoy the view ", it's marvellous in the evenings",he said .
And that's when everything fell in its place. I couldn't sit in that high bench,"Damn bench", funny and stupidity at its heights.. So many stuffs in my hand.
"Come, I'll lift you up, don't worry you won't fall on me", he smirked.
"Hey no, I am good",I said in a hurry. "Maybe I'd just stand and watch the lights"..
"We both can try once. You won't repent, trust me Miss"..
And there we went with our own countdown.. 1,2,3!!..he lifted me up.. And.. I could finally sit in that high platform,.. That was a huge embarrassing moment for me,I'd say.
"well, thank you", I nervously giggled.."Pleasure is all mine", he continued.. "Can I have your phone number"?
"Not yet, don't have a connection", I said quickly..
He took a note from his coat, scribbled something and handed over to me.
"I want to meet you again", He said.
"Well,I laughed, unmindfully" We shall see, if destiny is with us", again a stupid move from myself.Goddamn, why do I lack words in real life ?
He smiled, looked at my eyes for a few seconds, and said.. "I don't do good-byes often. That's my number, if you want to call,please feel free".. BTW my name is Pete, and..
"I want to meet you again"..Let's catch up for a lunch someday, maybe?, he expressed his desire,not sure about my reaction though.
"Yeah, that sounds just fine",I smiled with a bit of surprise .
He then signalled me a phone - dial smilingly , and waved a bye as he went by, looking back at me while disappearing in the crowd..
I sat there speechless.
In his note he had given his number and name.
In that moment,I was so happy. Not that I was only"happy", I was thrilled, captivated. Something about his eyes.. Must be..
Next morning, I woke up and searched my handbag for the note,but couldnt find.
"You're crazy", Claris (my roomie) said.
"I,oh, wait.. How did I loose it?, Oh, must be that kid who pushed me in the street." You can't blame me, I can't afford picking up everything that fell off including popcorn,can I "?" That's a crowded street damn it."
So, then.. Here goes my serendipity.
No calls, no texts, no connection, no clues..
Just that evening of laughter.
Eyes meeting eyes, hope meeting hope.
A hopeless and a magical encounter, which will never take place in reality ever again.
