Was he the guy who came and picked us in airport? Was he the one gave sweet? How did I miss such a handsome guy so far? Am I looking good or dull because of travel? How is my hair? What about my face? Is it dull? Am I ok? What konda would have thought about me? swathi Stop saying konda his name… name… Harpre…. Harpreet. How to pronounce this it is very lengthy. Harp J ha ha ha…
While thoughts ran through me, nana interrupted swathi get ready soon and told my mom that they will be down in the reception and asked us to join soon. Harp got up from the sofa (sky blue shirt and blue jean, stainless steel silver bracelet on right hand and a silver ring on left hand. The silver bracelet dose not suit for everyone. Harp is very lean with his vein visible the bracelet touching his wrist vein adds extra beauty to him) gave a pleasant smile and looked at me till he crossed me.
(What look was that? What he is thinking about me? Causal look or something special….. konda… konda… konda… swathi maaa… ok ok harp harp… will find some better name for you soon)
I rushed to the corner of the room and saw myself on the mirror. Even though I looked fresh washed my face (Himalaya face wash ;)) once then looked at the mirror still not satisfied again I washed looked better to look much better had a final wash ;););)
Everyone was waiting for us in the car while I and mom joined them. We started to golden temple. Since parking was in a separate building we left the car there and started to walk. Temple was quite in a distance. Sach uncle’s wife joined us outside the parking building and welcomed us. “Shall I get blessing from his mom he got from my mom right, if I go touch his mom feet for blessing I might get kicked off by my mom’s feet…. swathi maa don’t over react and showcase yourself keep quiet. Ok relax swathi relax. Hi aunty, nope, hello aunty, how to start conversation”.
“kaise ho beta (how are u dear)” asked aunty.
Fine aunty. Nice meeting youJ.
Eeeeeee. (swathi maa door close. Mouth shut.)
Nana, sach uncle and mitti uncle started to walk. Since my mom was 2 years in Delhi in her initial marriage life she managed to have a conversation with sach uncle wife in Hindi. While mitti uncle left us since he had an urgent work.
Behind them now it’s me ;) and harp. Let me start fresh in a paragraph
Initially Harp was walking with his mobile then when an auto rickshaw crossed he slightly started to walk near me. Nervousness started along with goosebumps (no imagination my sweet readers).He looked at me our eyes met each other lips started to share a sweet smile. After sharing 3 to 4 looks.
He said “Hiiii…..
My heart beat raised in order to confirm was that him I looked at him, his eyes was looking for a reply from me. With a low voice words filled with air I said “Hi. Then gathered all my strength and somehow started the conversation what is your name? Even though I know his name and also kept a nick name. My question might have looked stupid to him but still he answered “I am Harpreet”.
We spoke in phone two times “said harp.
OMG!!! When did this happen? when we spoke? Despite of my astonishing inner voice. I claimed.
“No. I don’t remember, said silently and curiously asked him when it was and regarding what?”
Swathi…
Postponed Flight travel and delay of materials…..
Hindi malum Hai? … He Asked me.
I felt so special when I heard my name in his voice. So sweet and cute!!!
Oops!!! Was that you? Ya I remember (aiyoo indha paiyanuku English olunga varathe ana paiyan nala irukane na epdi pesuven dai unaku puriyuma da, swathi maa avan un munja pathutu irukan mindvoice ah cut panitu pesu)
I thought it was someone in uncle office.
I know English and Tamil said quickly. Can understand Hindi, thoda thoda malum. (UN otta hindi yen swathi ma inga use pandra image damage aga vidatha.)
He smiled and replied Hindi and Punjabi. English understand. (Superrrrrr… already state problem now along with that language problem also. OMG!!! Why did this guy look handsome to me?)
We had reached the temple where everything was out of focus for me other than him. Before we enter the temple a Punjabi aunty said something and left. I looked at him, he smiled and told me to cover my hair with my shawl by showing action. I did, and turned towards him he stood watching me with his sparkling brownish eyes.
Eye conversation was much enough for us to share our views than words.
He then claimed a step and washed his hands, sprayed some water on his head and looked back at me. I followed him and did the same.
(By the way where is your mom and dad in this picture is your question right viewers they are walking right in front of us - Ena da romba nerama neenga rendum perumae varinga unga amma appa enga athu thana… avanga munadi tan poitu irukanga.)