Did she really loved me....? Part-5

Meeting again..

   I said okay to her half-heartedly and fixed the next day evening 5:00 PM for meeting, I said that “I will be in black t-shirt and blue jeans so that it becomes easy to recognize me”. I did not ask her how I will recognize her, I was really not interested, but a gentleman is one who never says a NO to a lady, so I was there to meet her with my latest research copies and some blank pages to explain about Vadose System.

   I reserved a table and sat facing my back towards the door. I was sure she would look out for someone in black tee and blue jeans, interestingly there was no one in the cafe’ with this weird combination, other than me. It was 5:05 PM, a hand tapped my shoulder from behind asking ‘Varun?’.

   I looked behind at the hand to see, who tapped my shoulder.  A fair hand, long fingers with just gloss on those finger-nails. I routed my view from fingers to face via hand. Before I could see the face, I saw the same black-tee and blue jeans combination, but this weird combination for me was looking trillion times beautiful on that lady. Woman can make anything look beautiful. I immediately rectified myself and took my words back that black- blue is a terrible  combination. Before I could see the face a  song “Tum se milke, aisa laga tumse milke, arma huve poore dilke”  banged my brain cells.  Naah, not again, I shooked my head in apathy to avoid the unwanted lyrics streaming though the brain cranial nerves.  I was shocked and stunned when I saw the face, ohh Abba Father, the perpetual soul, it’s Alma!! Same reaction was seen on her face too, but bit on a negative side. Probably the question that must be buzzing in her mind would be, is this the same guy she wanted to meet? She looked around to see if any other person was in blue-black attire. She said Varun? In penchant I said nothing ..I was still stunned with her thick black curly hair, carbon-black eyes-lashes, beautiful eyes and bubbly look. Well even today she has not used any false beautification material; her natural look itself could easily impress even a dead-man’s heart. A complete bane moment!!

   She was angry the way I looking at her and asked me again in chide mood, ‘Are you Varun?’ Well I was still stunned, because she was the girl, behind whom I was running few days back, just to get her one glimpse, and today she is here in front of me, searching for me. My implausible conscience couldn’t believe it, I wanted to support myself, I tried to search the table swiftly with my hand, but disturbed the papers I got to show her and they spread on floor like, pebbles gushing out of an open jar. She turned her back to return as she was not able to authenticate me as Varun she was looking out for. As always I became speechless in front of her. But I was confident this time like great Mathematician Konstantin Tsiolkovsky that, 'Success will surely be paid for your positive efforts'.

  And she looked down on scattered papers and saw the diagrams of ground-water percolation system. Well I was still speechless, but I could easily see the continuous spate of reactions on her face one after the other. The fallen papers gave proof of my existence as Varun and authenticated me as the same person she had chat with for so many days and wanted to meet.

    She raised her eye-brow, touched her fore-head with her right hand. Well I was still standing, as if my feet were nailed to the ground.  She picked up all the papers, looked at the reports, kept them on table and sat on the chair. I know she might have felt that it was a vindictive moment for me to take revenge, but girls are good in sensing this, after all she had to complete her project. Alma, asked me to sit.

    And then came series of benevolent questions from her which engulfed me and I was sure that they will nosedive me, and I won’t be able to answer all of them. Then first question she asked me was how I knew Shamirah? What is my full name? And how do I know Earth Science so nicely? I said Shamirah  is my friend Madhu’s sister. People know me by Varun Arya and Geology is taught in only two colleges in Mumbai, and I stood first throughout Mumbai in HSC exams in this subject. I pounced on the chance and added this extra line, to give credit to myself in front of her; because I could I still remember her slap and what she thought of me just few days back. Alma carried a mild smile throughout the conversation. I was over with what I had to say, I felt short of words in front of her, so just to move the conversation ahead, I asked her shall we have coffee? She gave an affirmative answer just with her charismatic eyes; this is what makes me crazy of you girl, I said to myself.

    I got the coffee. Wanted to express my feelings for her, but how could I forget the promise I made to myself few days back, but still I wanted to express it all today and get rid of this dual state. I said, Alma, the day when I saw you, I was really stunned with your beauty. But I never had any wrong thoughts even in wildest of my dreams. It’s just your simple and natural looks made me addictive of you. I don’t know why, a song struck my head whenever I see you or just about to see you.  Alma, smiled  with this line, taking it as complete filmy narration. I continued, and explained her I was standing outside her college just to say ‘Sorry and forget you.’ But I failed in every attempt of mine. I also told her how I practiced in front of the mirror, to talk to her and how my attempts were impeded.. She couldn’t control herself this time and laughed out as if she was elated.

   And I asked could you tell something about yourself? She Said I am Alma Gonsalves.

Continued in next release, click below links for all releases till now:

Did she really loved me....? Part-1

Did she really loved me....? Part-2

Did she really loved me....? Part-3

Did she really loved me....? Part-4

Did she really loved me....? Part-5

Did she really loved me....? Part-6

Did she really loved me....? Part-7

Did she really loved me....? Part-8

Did she really loved me....? Part-9

Did she really loved me....? Part-10

Did she really loved me....? Part-11

Did she really loved me....? Part-12

Did she really loved me....? Part-13

Did she really loved me....? Part-14

Did she really loved me....? Part-15[The End]

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