A delight from the past!!

I was walking down the lane as usual at sharp five in the evening to get my chicken roll with extra mayonnaise. In the last year, I might have gone there more than a hundred times and ordered the same roll. And every time he gave me the roll I would ask him to pack it in a paper bag rather than a poly bag. It had become a ritual. If I had to eat a roll, I would leave the room at five for the roll junction and it had to be a chicken roll with extra mayonnaise. It was not the delicacy but the habit which I want to emphasise.

The reason I am sharing my obsessive compulsive disorder is that it was not so same that day. Just like all other days, I stood up from the bed at 4:45 p.m. and started questioning myself of which one of rituals to follow. Each ritual ended up with a different food product in my stomach. The sacrifice of the rituals could be roll, milk, burger or dumplings. And each had a fixed route. After the elimination round I chose the roll and went on with the procedure. I put on ear phones, locked the room and started walking towards the destination.

The description of the path is slightly imaginary. But try to walk with me. The route starts with a narrow road. But still it has room for little monster bearing four wheels. They are not even trying to hide. Even God will have problem to be omnipresent but these little monsters are literally everywhere invading our privacy. You can pick and choose the colour and the size. Most of them are just standing and observing. And some of them are being ridden by us. It is one of the reasons that I put on earphones to escape from the gazing cars.

I was half my way when something different happened. I met someone from the past. The last memory was when I was a kid, not denying that I have changed much now! We were in the same class in the school, almost eight years back. It was a time when time was simpler. Now at this point, it would be banality to write down the differences. I would rather give you a moment to relive your respective nuances.

Now come back to my story!!

Before trivialising the issue at hand, I will start with the part which was different. I was not anticipating her but I thought I saw her last week. And this time just like the last week, she was the one whom I thought I saw. It was either the pollution in the air which made her blur or the song I was listening which distracted me. For the purposes of discretion, I would not describe her or identify her. But for the purposes of curiosity and wonder I would state that her name connote a flower in the olive family. Good luck, finding and guessing the name from the two hundred different species of the plant!!

By now you must have realised that I am a kind of person who does not like his rituals, especially involving food, to be interrupted. On the contrary this was not one of those instances. I had a wonderful time. Her family has shifted to the city I am currently living and she is a working woman. She saw me, unlike I who thought he saw her, last week. And she actually beckoned me which I failed to notice. The most probable cause of such diligence was I walking and at the same time dancing in my head to a song. By the way, I dance better than Hritik Roashan in my head!! I have been told of my limbo disappearances many times. In case, the white flower (pun indented for the readers) is reading this, I am sorry.

And this was the sole aim of the story apart from exhibiting my writing skills. I am sorry for the failure to notice you. It was wonderful to meet you. And thank you for leaving a dumpling of your share (yes, I did not get a roll but I ate four dumplings out of six in the pack). Hope we see more of us in the future where I get to eat more of your portion. Till then, best of luck!!