"I know you won't come."
"Don't worry, I will."
For a supposedly rainy day, it was unusually bright outside. The sky was remarkably blue, with tufts of cotton like white clouds smattered all around. The smell of rain was prominent in the air.
I brought up my hand and looked at my watch. "10:25," I read aloud. I was 25 minutes late. 'Not good,' I thought, a touch anxious.
So with a brisk pace, I went around my house and came by the parking lot, whereupon my joy ride stood in all of her candy red gory. She was a scooter - Activa by Honda. Neither the most fahshionable, nor the most exciting ride in the town, and yet, she was my beloved.
Putting the keys in, I turned the ignition on and smiled faintly in satisfaction as her engine roared to life. 4 years since I've had bought this beauty, yet she still responded eagerly to me. Such a good girl she was.
"Alright then, let's go, shall we?" I asked rhetorically and sped off.
It didn't take me more than 20 minutes to reach the place we had agreed upon to meet. All the way, I was thinking about how late I was. Parking my scooter, I reached for my pocket and took out my phone. I was apprehensive as I opened the contacts app and scrolled down to dial her number.
"Hello," I softly spoke.
"Hello," a voice muffled by the unnecessarily loud, distinctive and grating sound of pubic auto-rickshaw came through my earpiece.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Just by the corner. Will reach in few minutes," came the reply.
"Alright." I said, and promptly hung up.
Well, it looked like I was worried for nothing. I thought I was late, but apparently she was more late. But to be honest, I was glad that she was, for it gave me time to gather my thoughts.
'We are just simply meeting each other.' I tried to calm my nerves. 'Yeah, simply meeting after ignoring her existence for more than half the year.'
I tried ignored the snarky remark that had come uninvited from another part of my mind - the sarcastic part.
Under the bright glare of the sun, I stood still, waiting for her to arrive. Moving towards a shade, I began to wonder what went wrong. For all intent and purpose, we were like two peas in the same pod - Inseperable, and understood each other in ways that didn't make much sense to others.
Not to mention the fact that whenever it concerned her, my patience seemingly ran endless. For her, I used to find it easier to let things slide, which would have usually set me off in a destructive rampage, literally and figuratively.
Yes, she had me wrapped around her fingers like that.
Then what went wrong? I guess it all comes down to the lack of communication. It bred misunderstandings and misinterpretation of situations, which in turn, festered presumptous thoughts.
However, be that as it may, I somehow felt that these were nothing more than twisted anecdotes and conjectures. And the truth was - I had missed her.
As much as it troubled me to admit it, I had missed her a lot. And whenever this brief moment of epiphany, fueled by the longing to see her struck me, it took all of my rational mind to hold me back from trying to connect to her.
So near, yet so far.
I was brought out of my thoughts when my phone rung up. As I brought it up to my ears, my eyes were swift in their search of a familiar face through the crowd of people walking in front of me.
'Found her,' I thought as I looked at the other side of road. She was with her best friend, and was doing the same thing as I, trying to find me.
Unbidden, a bubble of happiness began to blossom inside me.
"Where are you?" She asked me through the phone. But before I can tell her anything, her eyes landed on me. Her face lit up. "Oh, found you," her voice was cheerful.
Hurriedly, she grabbed her friend's hand and crossed the road. Then smiling prettily, she came towards me.
"Hey," she said, her smile seemingly perpetual.