First Sight

Jan 31, 2004

The day had finally arrived for her.
She was going to meet him for the first time. She had only heard about him from her parents and common relatives. She had only seen his photograph. But today she would be meeting him face to face.

The day had finally arrived for him. He was going to meet her for the first time. He had only heard about her from his parents and common relatives. He had only seen her photograph. But today he would be meeting her face to face.

She was only slightly nervous. She had earlier decided that she would take the day as it came.
He was nervous. He had earlier decided what he wanted to converse with her.

She was going to meet that person who could be her lifelong soul mate.
He was going to meet that person with whom he could be sharing the rest of his life.

Both of them had their fears. Both of them had their reservations. He was frank about it to himself, deciding with himself that he had to approach this appropriately.
She kept her thoughts away from herself, convincing herself that it would go on smoothly. But she knew she wasn't sure.

He entered the room with his parents. She dared not look at him just then. What if his parents wouldn’t think highly of her if she did? But she did not stop from stealing a glance.
She stood up along with her parents when he entered the room. He wanted to look at her. And he did. ‘Stole a glance’ was more like it.

Her heart missed a beat when she saw him. His heart was beating faster than he ever remembered.

Five minutes later they were ushered into another room so that they could talk to each other 'alone'.

She had heard that he was ‘intelligent, cultured and a very very nice boy’. What if he turned out to be ‘intelligent, cultured, a very very nice boy minus fun and naughtiness’?
He had heard that she cherished her family values. What if she turned out to be homely and cultured minus wit and vibrancy’?

They entered the room. She expected him to start talking in their mother tongue. And to ask questions like how-are-you?-uh-my-name-is-uh- and so on.
He wasn’t really expecting her to start the conversation, which was ok, but didn’t know if he could expect an answer in fluent english.

‘Before we start, there is one thing I’d like to ask, are you under any pressure?’ He asked with ease.
Her heart smiled at his fluency.
'Absolutely not’, She assured him.
His heart smiled at her crisp answer.

And they started off. All nervousness – real and virtual, disappeared. Inhibitions went for a toss. They hit off like they knew each other for ages. The conversation was lively, just the way both of them truly wanted but hardly expected...

...And my hubby and I are living happily. Now and ever after :)