Finally, he was in front of me. He was a sweet little boy exactly how I imagined him. He was not sexy. He was very simple yet adorable. He was the kind of guy with whom I would like to spend time. He was looking innocent like an angel and lovely like a red rose. Did he know that red color suited him? He took my heavy bag and we started walking. We were talking but I was missing that instant bonding. Well, it happened very soon, when we reached his house. He was surprised, 'It doesn't seem to me that we are meeting for the first time. I am so comfortable with you'. I was not surprised. I knew that our two years of internet friendship is the reason behind this. It should be. Is he a good host? I got the answer very soon when he offered me tea. Lovely tea and Interesting gossip. I was enjoying. He told me about himself. I was surprised. He was just like me - the way he thinks, cares for others, interacts with family and friends, things which he wants from life, type of guy he is looking for, his dreams etc. It was like he was talking about me.
We kept talking. Slowly a third person virtually came alive - his ex-boyfriend. A love-story started. No, it was not between me and him. It was his love-story with his ex-boyfriend.
They met each-other at a very sacred place. They both were in pain and needed to hear from someone - 'I care about you'. Well, no surprises that they both told same to each other -' I am for you (Im4U)'.
It was the beginning of a relationship, long phone calls, meeting each-others' parents, getting good wishes from friends, dreamy days and 'Neend na aaye' kinda nights. Everyone thought that here is the ideal couple whose bond of love and trust will never see the dark nights. I wished the same for them. However, a relationship needs a little more - understanding, compromises and sacrificial. Small lovely fights started making them scared and suffocated in relationship. Their love was stronger and they kept all promises except one - 'Whatever comes our way, we will always be there with each-other holding hands'. One day his boyfriend left his hand. He tried to reach for that hand again to hold it tightly but that hand was holding a STOP signboard. His boyfriend left him without saying anything. He went mad. Things started changing. His close friends were not so close now. His room-partner got another nest. At least one good change has happened. I met him and there he was sharing his story with me. I was listening and trying to analyze everything for him. Ah, I was a fool. Life is not so simple that I can analyze it and help him. I did what a good friend can do, advised him to move on with his life. Keep the past as the past and look forward to the future. He laughed. I smiled. We both knew that it's not as simple as it sounds. I could sense pain in his voice. I could see moisture in his eyes. I felt that he is a small child, lost in a big city and searching for his way back home. He was scared and wanted to hear same soothing voice again - 'Im4U'. That moment, I wanted to hug him and kiss. I wanted to whisper that I was going to hold his hand to take him back home. I wanted to make him happy. Suddenly someone told me - 'Fool! Delhi is 2000KM away from Bangalore. You have to leave Delhi tomorrow morning'. I felt uneasy. I searched for him in the bed. We hugged each-other. His lips were making my lips wet and dry. He was unbuttoning his shirt and my hands were exploring his body. Suddenly I started feeling afraid, I wanted to stop my hands touching his body.
Is this what I wanted to do?
No, I don't want to do this. I prayed to help me to stop it.
I got out of bed. He followed me. 'Lets go to sleep', we both understood each-other. I had a good sleep.
Next morning was indeed a good morning. He played the audio CD which I had gifted him last night. I was happy that he liked my gift.
'Stop thinking and get ready. You have to go to railway station. You are leaving Delhi today', I reminded myself.
He was not looking happy but he was not sad. I didn't understand him that moment. I was puzzled. I asked him but he didn't reply. Finally, I decided to leave it as it is, rather than finding the reason. I took my luggage and went outside. He hugged me. It was not a warm hug, rather a cold one, cold like a dead fish. All I managed to say - "Take Care"
