2.1.13

The wait.


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.

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