"THE ONE"

Will I find “the one” today? This question was troubling my mind from quite a long time now, and now sitting in the crowded train made me think about it a lot more. Will my the one be one of these people that are taking the same train as me. I hope not. I looked across the compartment, that would usually be empty, filled with a group of people who were carrying musical instruments. Half of the space in compartment was probably being taken by it, making train more crowded. My shoulders were bumping with the people around me and the temperature in the train was so high, I believed I can boil water from the air around. The smell of the sweat of the people was mixed with smell of the food that was scattered on the seat after ours. Probably, people who boarded the train before us spilled it. And, all of this just added to the annoyance I was carrying around the whole day.

Early in the morning, I overslept my alarm and got late for my university.

“Tania Tomar”, my professor called upon “this is the third time this month you are late for your classes. If you think you know more than any teacher here and want to leave the university. I would be more than pleased to talk to the head of the university to send you off from here.” That arrogant teacher has been to me like that for as long as I remember. But, this much could have been handled if I had not forgotten my assignment or about the prep-test, or about my duty in the coming fest. Which, would have spared me from giving extra time to the professors, and in turn I wouldn’t have missed my ride to home and I wouldn’t have to take this filthy, smelly and extremely hot train. Only if my useless alarm had been loud enough to wake me up.

The only thing that been good about today is the hope that I might find the one. Before vanishing from my life, my mom told me “when the black clouds will be the blackest, when my mood will be the darkest and the hope to go through the day will be vanishing, I will find my first the one.”, just the way she, her mom, or her mom did. This phrase has been going around in our family for centuries and all of them found their the one this way. Our first are always special, first backpack, first trip, first friend, first crush and the list goes on.  So, the same way I wanted my first to be special but, the fact that my first might be in this smelly train makes me want to throw up. I hate smelly people and I hate my mom. PERIOD.

“Ting-ding” a sound came from the speaker, “We will reach our stop, station 7, in the next 5 minutes. Thank you for travelling with termination train lines.” Finally, just 5 more minutes and out of this boiling pot. I stood up and swing my backpack on my shoulders. The gates opened and I walked out in the fresh air. The cold wind touched my face and vaporizing my sweat and a relief washes over me. I am never taking that train again and honestly; the train should be offering more than just a thank you for taking their lines.

I walked out of the station and took a few steps when I heard a laugh. I turned around to find the source and saw a group of the boys laughing and a girl fallen on the ground. He bent down to her and said “oopss! I didn’t see you. But not my fault, someone with a face like you should be overlooked” and all the other boys started laughing.

“How can you walk around with a face like that. I swear I would fill a complaint against my parents If I were you, for making me look like that.”

 I looked at the boy and no one would deny that he was perfect. Brown eyes, broad shoulder and strong build. His laugh was like music, and his hair were messed up because of the air, if something called a beautiful mess existed, then it would perfectly explain it. His aura was shouting that he was a selfish jerk, and that he thinks of himself as perfect. He kept bullying that girl and I kept smiling to myself- after all, I found myself “the perfect one”.

After around, what seemed like eternity, he turned around and walked away from the girl who was crying and had blood-shot eyes by now. I walked towards him and gave my most pleasing smile to him. He backed off and looked me from foot to head. I smiled- if he THINKS that he is perfect, then I KNOW that I am perfect. He met my eyes, and returned the grin.

“You seem to enjoy going around people and making them realize how ugly they are” I said to him.

“Probably. And you seem to have been staring me for too long, to know me so well”

I smiled. Yes, he is a selfish jerk

We left the spot, with his friends and walked towards a park. Each moment I stayed with him, I fell for him even more and I just knew that he was the one. He got to be the one.

“Do you want to see the most beautiful place in here” he asked with a gleam in his eyes.

“Sure.”

He looked back at his friends and signaled them to stay there. He wanted to spent time with me alone. He looked at me, and we both smiled like idiots, as if sharing a secret.

We walked for around 20 minutes and reached a stair case behind industrial area; I never knew existed. I looked at him for assurance and he smiled and blinked, long enough to tell, we were near our destination. I took the stairs after him and climbed above a place, diagonally elevated enough to be called a mountain. We reached the top and I found myself facing the most beautiful view I ever saw. There were tall buildings, but their light’s shining made them invisible at dusk. Light, cold wind was blowing making it even more perfect. I have seen many views like this, probably more than you can count of, but the fact that I was with the person whom I always dreamt of, completed the picture.

“I never bought anyone at this place. But you, seems to be the perfect person to know about me.”

Hold up! Why is he acting all sweet and all? He is a selfish person, isn’t he? No, no, no…. did I misinterpret the person? My “the one” is not supposed to be sweet. Come on!

“After all, two perfect people should be paired up together, don’t you think so? Not that you are perfect, but close enough, don’t worry I’ll manage. No one will really look at you once you are with me…you know people will always stop by to look at me. I won so many beauty pageants even. Soon I’ll be a model. You should be happy to be with me” he glanced at me and continued “I know you are dying to be with me. Don’t worry…I can accept you…we need a little make over, and you’ll be fine girl!”

Nah, he is a jerk full of himself. I sighed. I was right, for a moment I thought I wasted my time.

“Even I want to tell you something. There is this thing called ‘the one’ that goes around in my family, and I chose you to be mine.” I looked at him and smiled just the way, he did.

I took my backpack, opened the zip and took out a knife. I clutched around it lightly, feeling its curves. Its our ancestral knife. I always dreamt of using it, finally is the time. I turned out and saw the horror in his eyes. I walked towards him and he took steps back…. back till he touched the railing.

“why are you backing off. You are the one. You were meant to be my ‘the one’. look, how you bought me to this deserted place, as if destined to be killed by me. My mom, before she vanished in the prison leaving me behind, said that when you are feeling low, kill the one person who is annoying. Who you think is too perfect to live in this world. And when the blood will come in contact with your skin, it will make you feel so better. My mom got caught...because she was a fool. But I’ll be more careful while disposing your perfect body. I am so in love with you, mr. perfect….so in love.”

All this time, I was smiling so brightly. I walked towards him with a grin. He was sweating and it smelled. I stabbed him once…twice…thrice…and I lost count. I stabbed him till I forgot how an alarm made my day so bad. When I stopped, I looked at the life less creature, the mouth that praised itself was so quiet now, and yes…mom was right. It felt heavenly to kill the one... “the perfect one”. So perfect, he shouldn’t have existed in first place

I was sitting on the ground, still admiring the scene. I wished that the boy named…oh! I didn’t ask for his name, too bad. Well, I wished he could have seen this scene a little more, but dead can’t see, especially not from below the ground. At least, he was near a place he liked. As the time passed, I was sure that he was my first, and surely not the last one…. HOW PERFECT THE LOVE STORY IS OF MINE!! I got up ready to leave, and took a last glance at the view…it indeed was beautiful…enough perfect to hold all my other “the one”.