It's the spring

I was up at 4 AM today typing out my academic work for this quarter. I had to conjure up a short story, and since I was running out of time, I managed to complete this one in 20 mins straight. So if you find this a bit whacky, it is probably the lack of sleep kicking in :-P. Enjoy at your own risk and let me know your comments.

Disclaimer ~

All characters in this story are fictional to a large extent. Resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely co-incidental

On a balmy Sunday afternoon, when Bengaluru was still Bangalore, our hero is pondering over a tricky thought. Let’s call our hero; B. B had a date to keep up in the evening. An important one. He had decided that he would be at a Barista by 7 PM, that evening. There was a cricket match in progress on TV. And India was not doing too well. But that was not the current pre-occupation of his mind. He was thinking of something. Something else…

Half way across the town, the heroine of the story, G, is very anxious. She had been woken up by B’s call that day. This was nothing new. B had been going through the ritual for 2 weeks now. Today was weird though. Weird because B had sounded ‘different’. He had wanted to meet up for lunch. G had tactfully dodged his plan, and set up a date for the evening. After all, it would give her some time to think and be prepared for what B was going to throw at her.

B and G had met through a common friend at college, couple of weeks back. G was simply bowled over by B’s charm. He had seemed very unlike the other boys G had ever come across. He was warm, funny, chivalrous and always seemed to have time only for her. It had made G feel special, very special. B, on his part, had thought how someone so disarmingly beautiful and intelligent, could have not been in a serious relationship before. ‘That’s what she says’, he thought. B had gone out of his way to reach out to G over the past few days.

‘I should be the one to wake her up with my call everyday’ ‘Shouldn’t I drop her to college?’ ‘Her friends are annoying, but I still like her. So I put up with the no-brainers as well’

G was flushed with emotions. It had been a short and heady ride. ‘What is B thinking today? Why was he so anxious??’

G was trying to gauge the mental state of B. And be prepared, as far as possible. It was getting tougher though. Sometimes B seemed a closed book to her. At others, he would be pouring out his heart. ‘Oof, these boys!! Can never understand them’

B was waiting at the Barista on Lavelle Road. Their usual haunt. He had arrived ahead of time. Again, as usual. Not that he particularly liked waiting. He liked waiting for G. He liked the look on G’s face when she entered. Her long hair blowing in the air, as she would rush in, profusely apologize, and flash her million-dollar smile. ‘She kills me, kills me softly’, he thought.

G also arrived ahead of time. ‘What a surprise, she has never been so early’. Her gorgeous smile was betraying the nervous energy piling up in her. B had seen it. ‘She knows it, let me get to the point directly’.

‘What’s up angel? You are early today?’ ‘Yeah, I thought I’ll surprise you. But you are earlier. Which country’s time do you follow??’

‘Ha ha, I just like waiting for you. Feels good’. G smiles but doesn’t say anything.

‘So why did you want to meet me for lunch? Everything alright?’

‘Damn it, she has guessed it’

‘G, I have to talk to you on something serious. Over the past couple of weeks, I have been enchanted with you. We are great friends, but now I think I’m falling in love with you. Just thought I’ll let you know. ‘

‘Straight to the point as ever. That’s what I like about him. No pompous build-up. He goes for the hit right away.’

‘Umm, B, amm. … I don’t know what to say. It’s just …’ ‘You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. We would be just as fine even if you ignore my idle talk. But I just thought I should be honest with you’

‘So thoughtful of you, I am just speechless. Let’s talk over a cup of coffee’ ‘Indeed’

What happens after this, is left to the reader's imagination. I sure do know what happened, but I give you a chance to let your creative juices flow. Good luck !!