I Found Mister Perfect !

My eyes opened wide, and i was surprised too see i had gotten up at 5.30. I never get up so early, so i contemplated if i should sleep or if i should just stay awake and do nothing. Most days i would have just snuggled into bed and dozed off only to get up really late and as a consequence be late for work. But not today, today i decided to get up and for no apparent reason go for a walk.

I got into a pair of 3 fourths, wore my snickers, pulled on a jacket and started the decent 5 floors down. As soon as i got out of the building a wind rushed through, it rather gave me goosebumps, I was hoping it would rain. So i began walking, and whenever i walk , i walk in the direction that leads me to some water body. I walked, with no thoughts in my head, just blank. The sun had not yet risen, so it was dark, the orange street lights gave a distinct look to lane that usually bustled with honking cars, and swearing uncles. My pace was rather slow, always have been one tiny step at a time.

With only about a few dogs awake i felt i was the only one on the road, it freaked me out initially, but then it just gave me a sense of calm. My own space, my own pace as i walked with no thought no worry plain blank. I live very close to the Arabian sea, so reaching the grand sea took me only 5 min and that too at my slow pace. Water has always had a calming effect on me, so i simply, mindlessly walk towards the edge and just stand there. Looking far and wide at the water, and the many boats that were anchored. I start walking towards another thing that fascinates me British Architecture. The Gateway of India standing there in all her grace looking even more beautiful as the sun slowly cracks through the sky. Still no one on the street, its wierd but not creepy. Then i look at a distance he stands. Tall and in black with his cap worn and his hands welcoming the warmth of his jeans pockets.

I should have walked back home, it was risky, but i continued to walk. He continued to stare. Was i just trying to enjoy my freedom and override my independence or was i being foolish? I paid no heave to the questions my mind heart and brain threw at me. I simply walked. As i got closer, i could see him more clearly. Tall and lean, with his stance rested on one foot, while resting against the edge. His one leg crossed the other. I was getting very close to where he was standing. I came a 200 meters close to him when he simply said "Hi". I returned the acknowledgment with a smile. He then asked me if i wanted to have some tea. I should have said no thank you and move on instead i said "why not". The chai walla passed we each got our mini shot of tea . We made small talk. He had fabulous arms. The cuts on his forearm were just right. He was fun to talk too. I yet couldnt see his face, that disturbed me.

Then we just stared at the water, seeing the changes that the sun got to it when it rose. None said a word, we devoured the silence. I should have left. But i stayed, loving the strange chemistry that i shared with this stranger who was smart and yet so mysterious. Then the morning walkers poured in. People of all ages just walked. Small talk again began, I had to go back now fearing id be late for work. I looked up to him and i could see his face now. The cute nose, the deep brown eyes, and oh that perfect jawline. Without another word i said "bye, thanks for the chai". He simply held my hand and said he'd love to meet again. I was caught in dilemma right there. I didnt no this guy but i stayed back and talked to him so much so as i had chai with him and now he holds my hand. Which felt just so right. I couldnt think. I said nothing, just stared and him then some how picked up some courage and took my hand back and turned around to walk back . The minute i turned there was a big thud, and my head hurt. My eyes shut with the pain and when i opened them i was still in bed. I was dreaming, while doing so i rolled over and hit the side of the bed. My head did hurt that day, which was two days back. So i did meet the perfect guy but in my dreams. Is this a consequence of my Mills and Boons reading or am i now craving for the perfect guy to come in, or did all the empty roads depict loneliness??

I donno it was a weird and exciting dream i still can remember it frame by frame which is scary