It was on a lazy Sunday afternoon that I'd decided to go meet her, this incredibly awesome friend of mine.
She was one of those rare creatures who did not seem to care about anything else happening around, while everyone else were busy running their exhausting mundane lives. I liked her because she was on the outside like me, watching the rest of them do their thing. I liked her because she dint seem to have the same level of femininity as other girls, or the rest of the drama that comes along with being the weaker of the sexes (Male chauvinistic me? Maybe.)
So we met at a common place where I spent most of the last six years. It had changed much, and I think I did too. She hadn't. She was this same awesome thing that I had met 6 years(?) ago.
We went to 'Subway', and got ourselves a sub and found a bench to sit down and talk about the interesting things in ones life these days. As it was the norm between us we spoke about everything that would not help us make the world a better place to live in. We finished our subs as we moved to another bench closer to where I had parked my car.
The only difference this time that I found in her was this bag of hers. A bag!! She was carrying with her a blue 'Caprese' bag. I did find that a bit odd. Not because she was carrying a bag, but because I was seeing her with one for the first time. "Girls carry bags!", I argued. She tried her bit to convince me that she was girly too, but that was the last thing I would have thought of her. And none could blame me for she would have made an awesome guy friend too. I guess life cant be that perfect too. (Perfection-is-a-myth-moment).
So coming to the odd things that happened that day. We talking about love and relationships. I explained why I'm cynical about the concept of love and she played her part to counter my arguments. And while she was talking about something about someone getting married, I noticed this tree in front of us. A tree with its branches forming a sort of deflated heart. She saw a witches hair, I clearly saw a heart! (The hopeless romantic phase refuses to get done with me).
We walked over to the nearest coffee shop to get some caffeine in our system. I got my cappuccino with another heart which I immediately crossed off (Should be seeing hearts post a breakup!!). So we sit there and talk about odd things. She was at a regular interval removing odd things from her Caprese bag, and I was constantly reminding her to come back to being one of us. There she met one of her seniors from school, whom she used to played basketball with. I mention this otherwise seemingly irrelevant piece of information here because of something this person said. She replied saying she was 'in transition', when asked about what she has been doing. What a lovely way to put it. From this day on I am 'In transition-ing' to anyone who asks me about my aim in life.
I showed my friend some off my works on my phone. I was looking at her intently, as she was reading, as I do to anyone I showcase the things I have written. I like to see how people's expressions change as they read. A subtle smile from them inspires me more than a well written review praising my work.
I noticed that she was looking prettier than usual. Wait! How is that possible? She is one of us.
I think its the bag. Its presence is disturbing the balance of this perfect little thing we have going on here.
As we walked back to my car, we stopped under a street light. The light filtering through the leaves in the ruffling wind played a very psychedelic song on the pavement.
So I dropped her back to her car, bid farewell and tried to talk her out of being girly again. (I cannot start liking this one, shes too awesome for that.)
Hmm.
And that is how a bag almost changed my perception on a lazy Sunday evening.
(Caprese is a brand! Who knew that! Thank you once again for your patience.)
Sidharth.
(Not just sid.)
She was one of those rare creatures who did not seem to care about anything else happening around, while everyone else were busy running their exhausting mundane lives. I liked her because she was on the outside like me, watching the rest of them do their thing. I liked her because she dint seem to have the same level of femininity as other girls, or the rest of the drama that comes along with being the weaker of the sexes (Male chauvinistic me? Maybe.)
So we met at a common place where I spent most of the last six years. It had changed much, and I think I did too. She hadn't. She was this same awesome thing that I had met 6 years(?) ago.
We went to 'Subway', and got ourselves a sub and found a bench to sit down and talk about the interesting things in ones life these days. As it was the norm between us we spoke about everything that would not help us make the world a better place to live in. We finished our subs as we moved to another bench closer to where I had parked my car.
The only difference this time that I found in her was this bag of hers. A bag!! She was carrying with her a blue 'Caprese' bag. I did find that a bit odd. Not because she was carrying a bag, but because I was seeing her with one for the first time. "Girls carry bags!", I argued. She tried her bit to convince me that she was girly too, but that was the last thing I would have thought of her. And none could blame me for she would have made an awesome guy friend too. I guess life cant be that perfect too. (Perfection-is-a-myth-moment).
So coming to the odd things that happened that day. We talking about love and relationships. I explained why I'm cynical about the concept of love and she played her part to counter my arguments. And while she was talking about something about someone getting married, I noticed this tree in front of us. A tree with its branches forming a sort of deflated heart. She saw a witches hair, I clearly saw a heart! (The hopeless romantic phase refuses to get done with me).
We walked over to the nearest coffee shop to get some caffeine in our system. I got my cappuccino with another heart which I immediately crossed off (Should be seeing hearts post a breakup!!). So we sit there and talk about odd things. She was at a regular interval removing odd things from her Caprese bag, and I was constantly reminding her to come back to being one of us. There she met one of her seniors from school, whom she used to played basketball with. I mention this otherwise seemingly irrelevant piece of information here because of something this person said. She replied saying she was 'in transition', when asked about what she has been doing. What a lovely way to put it. From this day on I am 'In transition-ing' to anyone who asks me about my aim in life.
I showed my friend some off my works on my phone. I was looking at her intently, as she was reading, as I do to anyone I showcase the things I have written. I like to see how people's expressions change as they read. A subtle smile from them inspires me more than a well written review praising my work.
I noticed that she was looking prettier than usual. Wait! How is that possible? She is one of us.
I think its the bag. Its presence is disturbing the balance of this perfect little thing we have going on here.
As we walked back to my car, we stopped under a street light. The light filtering through the leaves in the ruffling wind played a very psychedelic song on the pavement.
So I dropped her back to her car, bid farewell and tried to talk her out of being girly again. (I cannot start liking this one, shes too awesome for that.)
Hmm.
And that is how a bag almost changed my perception on a lazy Sunday evening.
(Caprese is a brand! Who knew that! Thank you once again for your patience.)
Sidharth.
(Not just sid.)
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