A Date Over The World's Worst pizza

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
When in love...and mesmerised by it..everything else appears petty...the story is about a real event in my personal experience,where i try to describe how much smitten in love i was!

Submitted: October 24, 2013

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“I don't have aerated drinks”,she said trying hard to cope with the seemingly unfamiliar situation.not that my situation was any better.just to break the ice i had asked her if she would like to have a soft drink.
Big Bazar is the hot spot for couples.you will find it teeming with with young guys and girls in pairs everywhere.the cupid?s nest of bhubaneshwar you can say. And i had chosen Big Bazar to meet her.yes it was a date.our first date and we both had spent a sleepless night anticipating the next day?s events.
“So you never have aerated drinks or you dont want to have it now”...not knowing what to talk about i kept nagging at the soft drink topic.as i was the guy and even if i was as nervous as her or maybe more, i am the one who should start the conversation,carry it on and also end it.end it?nah..it was my only day with her after half a year on being on the phone and with all my apprehensions,awkwardness and shyness...i wanted to be with her.
“No i normally never have aerated drinks” “So would you like to eat something” i asked trying to hide my blush. “ok” I was walking beside her and never was i so conscious of my walking.i am putting those steps like a smart man na?i hope i am not walking to fast?what if i am walking to slow?is she noticing me or my walk?i felt as if maybe i was on the ramp as an amateur model...And we went upstairs where the supposed food junction was there.rather on reaching there we found out it was some sort of a meeting junction.you will realise why.
We sat on the last row.to my disgust the waiter landed on us immediately.
“chicken pizza” i said just having a glimpse at the menu and basically to throw the uninvited guest out of our sight.and i started praying that he takes a decade to serve the pizza. She was wearing a pink salwar.i noticed or rather had the guts to,only after she was sitted right in front of me.she was still looking at the table as a way to avoid eye contact with me maybe.i decided to break the ice again,well breaking so much ice i pondered instead of being a doctor i should have been at a juice centre...breaking those cubicles every now and then..
“What is so fascinating about the wall”...bingo!! and it was she who asked me.yes i was for strange reasons looking at the lifeless wall.but how did she notice me?wasnt she herself interested in the equally lifeless table?now atleast i was sure we both were feeling a bit at ease with each other.and more importantly i had the guts to look directly at her and she at me.
With a tiny wallet hanging on her left hand she tried to manage her hair with the other as the wind was trying to flirt with her hair.and she had those beautiful entwined black magic hanging down.those curls were so simple yet so pleasant and time and again she was trying to put it away from her eyelashes.like a doll made from a single grain of rice was she.the dark and beautiful eyes
that were intermittently shut down by her eyelashes just to take some break from the incessant peeping world that gazed at her through all objects,living or non-living.they say eyes tell a lot of things .dont know about that but those in front of me showed me a beautiful world.
The pizza arrived.the waiter gave a wry „my pleasure to disturb you? smile and turned back and walked away when he saw my face stuffed with chagrin.
There were two forks and she immediately started to serve it on our plates.but lo..that pizza was as hard as a granite.you needed to tear it away.she was shy to do so thinking i will think of her as someone uncivilized.but guys take pride in being uncivilized.i took it from her and tore apart the leathery white thing into four pieces,as if the art was a sports event at olympics.she tried hard to control her laugh and ultimately ended up in a giggling smile.and heavens what was that smile stuffed with??i immediately decided that i can eat those horrible things in the name of a pizza everyday if i get a view of that heart warming smile atleast once in a month.
Between her pink lips peeped out the white pearls arranged in a delightful array perhaps reminiscent of god?s phD degree in architecture.
“Isnt the pizza tasting good” she asked nonchalantly.
„yeah the best pizza any italian would take pride in? I mumbled sarcastically.even the chicken pieces were barely found after a lot of searching in my two pieces of quadrants.i managed to finish one piece with great effort.and so did she without showing any semblance of disgust in the disgusting excuse of an italian food.probably to not make me feel bad.but in any case such an endeavor to mask a natural loathing reaction was more than commendable.
We were in a while talking about my life as a medico and how her preparation for the entrances were going.these talks dont demand any special effort and are the easiest fillers in a show punctuated with dumb display of emotions.but when the two hearts are busy talking in their own language you can dump your deaf and dumb sense organs into oblivion. But these formal talks have a very short half life.soon we both were searching for a topic to talk about.and having caught a cold with my ice breaking stints i decide to be quiet too!soon there was this uneasy silence,so much so that all we could hear was other couples whispering into each other.not knowing what to do she started playing with the forks and with a victorious smile i declared that it was my turn now to pass it on..
“What is so interesting about the forks now” i asked silently thumping my chest for a cute tit for tat victory!this time she couldnt control her laugh seeing my childish behavior.while she smiled and laughed the sweet dimples that lay hidden were unearthed.her eyes glowed and my heart sank.the next moment she was blushing pink having let out her emotions.and it seemed as if a painter came and painted her cheeks with a tinge of red colour!
Soon the dreaded pizza was over.and it grieved me for it signaled the time was out.There was this strong aroma about her that probably made me engulf the piece of virtual rubber.an aroma that anesthetized me into a state of ecstasy numbing my perception to everything around the crappy world.i was lost and i wanted to remain lost.i wanted to stop the time.i could have climbed upon the Big Ben and clung unto the two arms of the clock to stop it.
She had already gotten up and turned back.she patted on me to say that we must move on.yes she touched me!!right over my lucky clavicle..i immediately decided i would never wash that shirt and keep that as a sovereign lest it would erase her touch on my shirt.
We moved and this time i was not conscious of my walk for a lot of other things were going through my mind.like why did time fly away so fast.why did we have to get up.why did we have to get separated yet again to live as voices on the phone yet again.
Finally i was seeing her walking away from me towards her hostel.she turned back a thousand times to have a look at me and i reciprocated with the belief that she will.until the guard saw her and pointed her to move inside quickly.
She was gone from my sight.i came back to my senses maybe for i realised it was very humid and hot that day.that it was a noisy street.that i was on a date,my first date with my love,rather my life.and how lifeless was i feeling without it.even the terrible pizza was knocking badly on my stomach to ask me to move along.if only i had a portable time machine in my laptop bag.i also realised that i had a home and i needed to go back too.
They say life is short and you need to live it to the fullest.but i dont know how many lives i lived in that three hours.maybe enough to live the lives of all the men in the world.World is not inherently beautiful,it is made beautiful,by certain creations,i chuckled looking at the sky.


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