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Things and Places- II

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This is the second part of the story I wrote a couple months back. You can click on this link "Things and Places- I" to read the first part.
Also, these stories are based on a real events.
I'm kidding!
Maybe :P

 Sameer

 It'd been two weeks since I'd been talking to Sneha over the email. And our conversations had only gotten more amusing. Like a few days back they had argued over their least favorite/favorite Book-to-Movie adaptation and I hadn't laughed like that in ages.

Dear Sneha,
Don't judge me. But my least favorite book-to-movie adaptation is ....... Twilight series. Yes, I've read them.  And watched ALL the movies. Yes, all five of them. Sue me.
-Sameer

Dear Sameer,
Judge you ? what ? I respect you more because It takes guts to accept you've read Twilight series in today's world. :D
Let me let you in on a secret, I've read Twilight series twice. lol
-Sneha

Dear Sneha,
Haha, For Real? Whyyyyyyyyyyy? *facepalms* :D
-Sameer

Dear Sameer,
Don't judge me, you bully. :P Tbh, I don't even know why. Does saying ' Just girly things' justify it ? ;) Anyway, my least favorite book-to-movie has to be...idk ... Percy Jackson? I want to say HP but at least they improvised in the last movie.  And my favorite one is undisputedly The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. You ?
-Sneha

Dear Sneha,
ME TOO. Such a great adaptation ! I was grinning throughout the movie. Can't wait till the next one!
Anyways, I was thinking If we could .. you know... meet someday, say on Saturday? I would like to talk to you in person. :) Cool with you ?
-Sameer

This was the tricky part. I'd wanted to meet her ever since she'd emailed me the first time. There was something about her and the way we clicked was nothing I'd ever experienced. I had to know her better and know her outside the virtual world.
This was to happen sooner or later, I told myself.
And at the spur of the moment, hit send.

Sneha

The coffee shop was bustling with energy and so was I with a different kind. Nervous energy. Sameer's question hadn't been that surprising. Meeting him was something I'd been thinking about at least once a day and more so at nights. Thoughts about seeing him kept me awake past 12 A.M. on a lot of days, lately. But, talking to him in person could change things and I didn't want things to change.

"This is so stupid", I said to myself.

"What is ?" ,someone said from behind my back

Of course he heard me. The absurdity of the situation failed me and I rolled my eyes. Sitting across me he creased his forehead ,waiting for my answer.

"It's nothing" , I smiled politely.

For the longest time nobody said anything and we just looked at each other. He was somehow taller and more firmly built than I remembered and he had these eyes which could melt you. But above all, my attraction for him was on an intellectual level. He knew what it felt like when you read till 3 am and sleepiness ruined your whole day. He knew what wanting to finish a book and not wanting to finish a book meant. And despite his lopsided smile and a funny laugh, I knew that he was all the perfection I could ever find in someone.

At this point, I realized he must be analyzing the same things about me and I blushed. This was getting ridiculous. We talked all day everyday for weeks and we were feeling awkward NOW. I was just about to ask him why he was late when he said ,

"Spare me the cliché about gifts on "first meetings" but I've got a little something for you"

"No wayyyyy. I got something for you too !"

He handed me his gift for me and I handed him mine. I unravelled the gift wrapper carefully and a notebook was there. I turned the first page and "Memories into words by S" was scribbled in a very boyish handwriting.

"Noooo... don't turn the pages now. Read it when you're alone...", he said.

I abruptly closed the notebook and said "Sameer, did you write a novel or something? How could you not tell me? I'm disappointed..."

"Will you just listen to me ? It's a collection of poems and short stories I've written since I was 13. There are some recent ones as well. You could read them if you like..."

"Of course I'd like to read it ! but I feel so stupid now. All I got you is a stupid book"

"Don't call Khaleed Hosseni's book stupid. People will cut you in half"

"You know what I mean", I muttered

"It's the thought that counts , okay? And I can't wait to read it. How I have not read this book till now is beyond me"

"It's because you're too busy reading twilight", I snickered.

"Now, now don't point fingers...guess who read them twice??"

And just like that we fell into our habit of mindless chatter. I was having a great time with him but even with everything going on, I knew I wanted to rush home and read his notebook.
It was going to be interesting, I was sure.

[Discontinued]


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  1. AnonymousDecember 5, 2014 at 9:48 AM

    Writing about people falling in love is fun because i think the first time you fall in love is the first time that you have to figure out how you're going to orient your life. What are you going to value? What,s going to be most important to you? And i think thats really interesting to write about.....

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