First Date

I remember him standing with his hands on waist with legs spread wide apart,
Watching cricket in his checkered blue shirt.

I remember my heart skipping a beat as I noticed him,
Wondering if he is the one.

I remember convincing him to eat kheema-pao at the humble Cafe Gulshan,
Withdrawing that for a tete à tete at Tasting Room.

I remember noticing CEO’s reflection in the mirror in front of me,
Wanting him to disappear as I chatted nonchalantly with a glass of Rose.

I remember us sitting in front of an eager Dad,
Weighing a dozen thoughts in my little head in a split second.

I remember saying a YES.

16 June 2018

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