'We're just too different.'
I hit the send button, and closed my eyes as I took a deep breath.
A moment later I heard the all too familiar sound.
The notification.
I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the phone screen.
His response had arrived.
In a jiffy.
That's why we're made for each other.
My heart glowed. I smiled inwardly.
And then I did something I didn't remember doing in a long, long time.
I sprang off my bed and danced, flung my arms and legs, turned and twisted my massive 80 kilos, running and scurrying from one end of the room to the other.
I was a woman possessed, felt deliriously happy like never before.
I danced till my lungs gave out, my legs heart!
At age 45, I had finally found love.
Was in love with a man the polar opposite of me.
Excessively fat, quick to anger, bipolar, divorced, having serious trust issues and on the wrong side of 45.
I was all of these!
Kind, super patient, loving, caring, ever cool and composed, incorrigible optimist, late 30s, divorced yet minus any baggages- Harish was all of these and more!
A mismatch like nothing!
Yet, I was in love.
We were in love.
The kind of love that I knew lasts a lifetime; the kind of love that I thought I had experienced once, some two decades ago.
The kind of love that I know will stay with me till my last breath.
And then I did one more thing I thought I wouldn't ever do ever again.
I grabbed my phone, and texted back: Come over, my love.
The next nano second I saw the screen come alive with two blue ticks.
A emoticon followed.
***
I wasn't like this. Definitely not until the day I met Harish.
Until the day he walked upto me one evening in the park when the sun had set in and I had just sat down at the corner bench, dog tired from no less than 15 rounds.
Though we'd met, albeit casually, a few times earlier- exchanging nothing more than a casual 'Hi', Harish had coolly sat down on the adjacent bench, and without any preamble intoned in that soft husky voice of his: I want to tell you that I find you sexually very attractive.
I remember almost losing it...remember getting up and walking away, my mind by a melange of confusing emotions.
That night I cried, wept through the night.
How could he! How could someone ever say something such as this! Something so scandalous!
I had felt guilty.
Was it me? Did I give some wrong signals.
But then, as he persisted, as he didn't give in, as he loved, I realised I was equally in love.
***
The door bell rang.
My eyes sparkled. My heart soared.
I ran up sans slippers, sans my dupatta, sans all shame.
Harish had come.
My soulmate had arrived.
Yes, opposites attract. Opposites only attract.
We're different; therefore similar.
HE IS MINE, I AM HIS
By Neel Anil Panicker
'We're just too different.'
I hit the send button, and closed my eyes as I took a deep breath.
A moment later I heard the all too familiar sound.
The notification.
I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the phone screen.
His response had arrived.
In a jiffy.
That's why we're made for each other.
My heart glowed. I smiled inwardly.
And then I did something I didn't remember doing in a long, long time.
I sprang off my bed and danced, flung my arms and legs, turned and twisted my massive 80 kilos, running and scurrying from one end of the room to the other.
I was a woman possessed, felt deliriously happy like never before.
I danced till my lungs gave out, my legs heart!
At age 45, I had finally found love.
Was in love with a man the polar opposite of me.
Excessively fat, quick to anger, bipolar, divorced, having serious trust issues and on the wrong side of 45.
I was all of these!
Kind, super patient, loving, caring, ever cool and composed, incorrigible optimist, late 30s, divorced yet minus any baggages- Harish was all of these and more!
A mismatch like nothing!
Yet, I was in love.
We were in love.
The kind of love that I knew lasts a lifetime; the kind of love that I thought I had experienced once, some two decades ago.
The kind of love that I know will stay with me till my last breath.
And then I did one more thing I thought I wouldn't ever do ever again.
I grabbed my phone, and texted back: Come over, my love.
The next nano second I saw the screen come alive with two blue ticks.
A emoticon followed.
***
I wasn't like this. Definitely not until the day I met Harish.
Until the day he walked upto me one evening in the park when the sun had set in and I had just sat down at the corner bench, dog tired from no less than 15 rounds.
Though we'd met, albeit casually, a few times earlier- exchanging nothing more than a casual 'Hi', Harish had coolly sat down on the adjacent bench, and without any preamble intoned in that soft husky voice of his: I want to tell you that I find you sexually very attractive.
I remember almost losing it...remember getting up and walking away, my mind by a melange of confusing emotions.
That night I cried, wept through the night.
How could he! How could someone ever say something such as this! Something so scandalous!
I had felt guilty.
Was it me? Did I give some wrong signals.
But then, as he persisted, as he didn't give in, as he loved, I realised I was equally in love.
***
The door bell rang.
My eyes sparkled. My heart soared.
I ran up sans slippers, sans my dupatta, sans all shame.
Harish had come.
My soulmate had arrived.
Yes, opposites attract. Opposites only attract.
We're different; therefore similar.
HE IS MINE, I AM HIS
By Neel Anil Panicker
'We're just too different.'
I hit the send button, and closed my eyes as I took a deep breath.
A moment later I heard the all too familiar sound.
The notification.
I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the phone screen.
His response had arrived.
In a jiffy.
That's why we're made for each other.
My heart glowed. I smiled inwardly.
And then I did something I didn't remember doing in a long, long time.
I sprang off my bed and danced, flung my arms and legs, turned and twisted my massive 80 kilos, running and scurrying from one end of the room to the other.
I was a woman possessed, felt deliriously happy like never before.
I danced till my lungs gave out, my legs heart!
At age 45, I had finally found love.
Was in love with a man the polar opposite of me.
Excessively fat, quick to anger, bipolar, divorced, having serious trust issues and on the wrong side of 45.
I was all of these!
Kind, super patient, loving, caring, ever cool and composed, incorrigible optimist, late 30s, divorced yet minus any baggages- Harish was all of these and more!
A mismatch like nothing!
Yet, I was in love.
We were in love.
The kind of love that I knew lasts a lifetime; the kind of love that I thought I had experienced once, some two decades ago.
The kind of love that I know will stay with me till my last breath.
And then I did one more thing I thought I wouldn't ever do ever again.
I grabbed my phone, and texted back: Come over, my love.
The next nano second I saw the screen come alive with two blue ticks.
A emoticon followed.
***
I wasn't like this. Definitely not until the day I met Harish.
Until the day he walked upto me one evening in the park when the sun had set in and I had just sat down at the corner bench, dog tired from no less than 15 rounds.
Though we'd met, albeit casually, a few times earlier- exchanging nothing more than a casual 'Hi', Harish had coolly sat down on the adjacent bench, and without any preamble intoned in that soft husky voice of his: I want to tell you that I find you sexually very attractive.
I remember almost losing it...remember getting up and walking away, my mind by a melange of confusing emotions.
That night I cried, wept through the night.
How could he! How could someone ever say something such as this! Something so scandalous!
I had felt guilty.
Was it me? Did I give some wrong signals.
But then, as he persisted, as he didn't give in, as he loved, I realised I was equally in love.
***
The door bell rang.
My eyes sparkled. My heart soared.
I ran up sans slippers, sans my dupatta, sans all shame.
Harish had come.
My soulmate had arrived.
Yes, opposites attract. Opposites only attract.
We're different; therefore similar.
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A good flash fiction story. There are times I thought of repeating the storyline over and over to meet the word limit
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