The Fresh Crush (Fiction)

 It was hot summer day in midst May and sun was scorching with all it's strength. It was 9AM in the morning and I was waiting to board my flight to Riyadh in the waiting lounge of Chatrapti Shivaji International Airport, - Terminal 2 of Mumbai. Suddenly, a pretty girl whose hair was the color of a midnight during a dark winter night with moon hanging as a wraith-silver disc. It lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her deep sea colored  eyes shone with mischief as she bit back a breathtaking smile. She scrunched up her nose and gave in to pealing laughter as her friend cracked joke. Soon, the laughter died, but its aftermath sat upon her luscious lips. She had an oval flawless face. The lithesome girl adjusted her hemline of her abaya and pulled it down as it had ridden up showing of her denim jeans. In her black abaya, she was like springtime come alive in these heated days of summer.

"Passengers are requested to move to gate number 71 to board flight number SV748 to Riyadh" announced the airline crew in her immaculate and beautiful modulated voice. I sat back for some time to get over the flabbergasting looks of the girl I had just seen a few minutes ago and also to avoid long queues for boarding. Crush is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could. And to add more to my luck, she left her summer denim shrug on the arm rest of the seat she sat.

After Boarding the plane and dropping my laptop bag in the over head compartment, I took my seat until the plane took of from the city that never sleeps. As soon as the seat belt sign turned off, I went on my mission to hunt that angel from heaven. Walking along the narrow pathway of the flight cabin with her shrug in my hand, my eyes frantically looking for her. As I cross the cabin kitchen, there she was, sitting on the front row of that particular section of the Boeing 747 cabin. "Here is your shrug, you left it on the seat at the T2" I said. "Thank you so much. I've been looking for it." She told in her nostalgic silvery voice. The seat next to her was vacant and I asked if I could occupy it. She nodded.

Initiating a conversation is challenging. And the lady next to me was not less than any actress. Hollywood and Bollywood combined. Finally to start with, "Your family reside in Riyadh?" I asked. "Yes yes our families reside in Riyadh" replied her aggravating friend. I always wonder, why beautiful girls are accompanied by mundane people. Anyway, then I asked about her eyes, "Are they natural?". "No, I wear lens" she replied. I was dumb to ask that question. I must have known that. I took a long relieving breath. Eventually, we had our lunch together talking about education, families and residential address in Riyadh. All of a sudden she asked "What's your name?". And all us started laughing. We shared our names and links to our facebook profiles. We are best friends now. She knows that I had a crush on her.

Now, it is not necessary that you should have something between you guys. Having a healthy friendship is better than having a relationship which turns from acquaintance to animosity with time. The most important thing is to enjoy your life, be happy and that's all what matters at the end of the day. We do not remember days, we remember moments. No wonder I still remember how I met my best friends and all the crazy things we did in our lifetime. They are worth cherishing throughout and reliving those moments would priceless. That gives you inner peace. Big bank balance, many girlfriends, big mansions, expensive watches or cars with high RPM doesn't satisfy you eternally.  

Make friends, do crazy things together, make wonderful memories, travel with them, explore the creation of the divine being and work hard. You did this? Congratulations, you are successful.

Ciao.