TH@T F!₹ST chat
That sunny Day of January is still afresh in my mind as if it were just yesterday. There I was in a glistening new denim and tee, whereas she looked so charming in that purple cardigan.
“Where are you?”
“I’m under this big hoarding of Emami, you just tell me, where you are and I will come there.”
“I just got down from the cab, walking towards the State Bank ATM, you wait there.”
“What are you wearing?”
“I’m in a purple cardigan...”
“..And a black comforter? Got you, you look so much edible”
“..Where are you?”
“And those shades on your eyes, just look so adorable in that, nice attire is all I can say now.”
“Will you tell me where you are or should I go back?”
“Sorry, sorry... That stupid boy in that brown tee, it’s me, turn a little right”
Sitting on my bed and chatting with anyone, it was not me at all, but that one friend request that my friend accepted for me on Facebook, It changed my entire life. We just had a friendly chat on a Sunday evening on Facebook, merely a week after my first break up, before which I thought relationships were meant to be forever. It did last for a tiring span of 5 years. So after the first casual hi hellos, we came in the comfort zone, we used to talk about anything under the sky and mostly, it circled around how our day went, and how hectic it was. It was a very casual chat. She got my number from my info and suddenly she called:
“Hi.”
“Hello, who’s this?”
“Oh wow, the person with whom you chat first in the morning, you don’t recognise her?”
Still thinking if it was my ex, trying to come back, I asked who it was, she gave me the justification that she was unable to sleep due to nightmare, and none of her roommates were present there so she called. So while talking I casually took out the topic:
“Would you have any problem if anyone asked for your number?”
“Not actually, but who’s asking for my number?”
“None, actually do you know, your Facebook privacy settings are too open? Almost anyone can see it.”
“Okay, tell me how to change the settings? I dint make the account by myself”
“I will, but what will I get?”
“What do you want?”
“Umm, send me a pic of yours”
“Pic? Why? What will you do with my pic?”
“Nothing, just asked. Its fine if you don’t want to.”
“No, I have a better idea. Let’s meet sometime.”
“This Sunday? Are you free? ”
“Yea, I’m but you will have to come here, to meet me.”
And that was how I came to meet her. It will long remain in my heart as the sweetest moments I spent with anyone else than me.
“Where are you?”
“I’m under this big hoarding of Emami, you just tell me, where you are and I will come there.”
“I just got down from the cab, walking towards the State Bank ATM, you wait there.”
“What are you wearing?”
“I’m in a purple cardigan...”
“..And a black comforter? Got you, you look so much edible”
“..Where are you?”
“And those shades on your eyes, just look so adorable in that, nice attire is all I can say now.”
“Will you tell me where you are or should I go back?”
“Sorry, sorry... That stupid boy in that brown tee, it’s me, turn a little right”
Sitting on my bed and chatting with anyone, it was not me at all, but that one friend request that my friend accepted for me on Facebook, It changed my entire life. We just had a friendly chat on a Sunday evening on Facebook, merely a week after my first break up, before which I thought relationships were meant to be forever. It did last for a tiring span of 5 years. So after the first casual hi hellos, we came in the comfort zone, we used to talk about anything under the sky and mostly, it circled around how our day went, and how hectic it was. It was a very casual chat. She got my number from my info and suddenly she called:
“Hi.”
“Hello, who’s this?”
“Oh wow, the person with whom you chat first in the morning, you don’t recognise her?”
Still thinking if it was my ex, trying to come back, I asked who it was, she gave me the justification that she was unable to sleep due to nightmare, and none of her roommates were present there so she called. So while talking I casually took out the topic:
“Would you have any problem if anyone asked for your number?”
“Not actually, but who’s asking for my number?”
“None, actually do you know, your Facebook privacy settings are too open? Almost anyone can see it.”
“Okay, tell me how to change the settings? I dint make the account by myself”
“I will, but what will I get?”
“What do you want?”
“Umm, send me a pic of yours”
“Pic? Why? What will you do with my pic?”
“Nothing, just asked. Its fine if you don’t want to.”
“No, I have a better idea. Let’s meet sometime.”
“This Sunday? Are you free? ”
“Yea, I’m but you will have to come here, to meet me.”
And that was how I came to meet her. It will long remain in my heart as the sweetest moments I spent with anyone else than me.
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