That one day I owe you

It was my last day of training at DMRC in New Delhi during my college days. As far as I can remember, that was the end of third year when people used to chat incessantly about the career choices available and the many exams they had to prepare for. I too was happy about the day being the last at this training so that I could utilise the rest of my vacation in preparing for the exams.

While, I was taking the last notes on the subject and preparing to leave, suddenly the doors of the training room opened to pave way for a newcomer.

It could have been a usual encounter only if my body had not felt a strange titillation at this unanticipated stimulus, the sight of the newly arrived boy.

Bound to observe him from the corner of my eyes, did I notice the captivating aura he had around him. May be it was accentuated by the fair complexion he carried that added an appeasing serenity to his supple face. His eyes were so calm and peaceful so was his body language, just like a saint.

In contradiction to my earlier thoughts, I started wishing if it were not my last day there. But was there any means to make the stay longer?

Ironically, before I could initiate any conversation, my session got over and I was asked to go to the headquarter office to collect my certificate.

I walked slow, savoring the first looks which soon became the last and boarded the metro. But, it seemed like the weather too wanted me to enjoy the new set of feelings by turning unusually pleasant. I tuned to a good music on my phone while my subconscious mind visualized him in every song. I was enjoying my fascination for that was the first call of a need to have a partner.

After what appeared to be a timeless reverie, as I entered the headquarter office, I was handed over the certificate. But I was so possessed with my sweet feelings that even this obvious thing appeared like a gift from the paradise.

I was not used to eating out alone since food courts would give me a kind of discomfort defeating the very purpose to go there. But that day, I felt like enjoying the food alone and eat whatever I liked. I suddenly started feeling mature and independent, just because of that face? How could it be possible?

Few days passed, but my thoughts would be always occupied with that face. I wanted to find him. But I knew nothing about him except the name of his college. I gave it a try. I looked for the semester results of the same college and scrolled down the black and white passport size photos of all the third year students. There he was!

Finally I got to know his name and searched for the same on Facebook. Soon, the right profile appeared in front of me and I sent him the friend request. He accepted!

Today, it has been 7 years since then, when I have decided to tell him about the day when we met. Because I still owe the happiness of that one day to that stranger. Not to expect anything in return, but because I believe life is short and if any person made even a single moment of your life beautiful, it’s turn to let them know and make their day special as well. It’s an amazing way to spread love around you. Otherwise the untold truth would also go to the grave with you without ever getting manifested in something positive like love…