An article read on air followed
by a Friend Request on Facebook and then the endless conversations over the
virtual world. Too bad I was in a different country and I didn’t know what it
would be like to see him in real and also aware that I was slowly defying
gravity. The wait- well how many types of “Wait” should I mention here? The one
where I waited for the message icon to pop up with a tiny red notification on
Facebook? Or the endless Tu-du-tu-duu dial tone I heard on Skype or the long
wait for the day we met in real? But no matter how torturous the wait might
have been, the mini heart attacks and the sweet pleasures I got while reading
what the red icon had to notify or seeing a warm chocolate brown face smiling
to everything I said spread all over my laptop screen during the Skype sessions
cannot just be described.
It made my heart skip a beat knowing that he was counting
days when I would come home for summer. Both excited to see each other. To feel
his presence next to me, to hold his hand, to do all the things we planned of
doing, to just be alive and happy. After what seemed like a gazillion years,
the date on the calendar matched with the one printed on my tickets back home.
The wait was over. For good.
