How We First Met: Love At First Sight

Wednesday, 10:58 AM
Kashmere Gate, Delhi

I stepped out of the train and looked at my watch, 10:58 AM, I climbed up the stairs and pushed through the people. I had 2 minutes to change the metro. People gushing into me, I crashed into a fat lady. I picked myself up and walked fast. I was already running behind the schedule, I didn’t want to miss this train. If I had I would have to wait for 10 more minutes for the next train.

With my backpack sitting at my back I raced down the stairs to catch the metro with doors open, waiting for its passengers to board. I ran towards it when the doors started to beep before closing and in no time I found myself inside the metro successfully,
but my backpack was stuck between the doors. By then, I was scandalized by fellow passengers’ horrified eyes. I tried to get my backpack when the doors opened again and I got myself and my bag inside in one, complete piece.

Everyone stared at the anxious, panting me with a bewildered look. I was not liking the ambience, I never really liked awkward stares and pity, it reminded me of the time when I was ten and I puked all over the shoes of my school principal while I was on stage, getting my scholarship award. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, I never stole anyone’s lunch after that.

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Hand in Hand

The starry night blinked with light,
beats on the dance floor blurring my eyes.
I drank in excess, thus the state of sublime.
I was jumping and laughing,
as if it was the last night of my life.
I saw him, coming towards me and I held my breath.
Wondering would he lean in?
He held my hand and we sat down somewhere in the midst of nowhere,
but I liked it with him.
We did not move,
just stayed there;
hand in hand.