Hey,
Before diving into the actual topic, do I need a special occasion or reason to write? Nay, I find it fun now, so you’ll have to tolerate my subpar writing skills. But I know this one, brilliant in her own arena, doesn’t judge me at all.
Coming back to the topic, “A Second Home!” I’ve never considered this city my home; I think my heart was still stuck somewhere in those cramped streets of Delhi. I know it’s too early to say, but I think I’m having a change of heart. Why and how this sudden change of heart, you may ask? Let’s start from the beginning!
This story begins on one happy night (Oh, we’ll talk about this night someday later). I thought (really wanted to, though!) of dropping someone off at their home, and I got on with this plan. Now, we’re standing at her stairway, and I don’t know what happened or what provoked me, but I decided to accompany her to her apartment as well. We go up (believe me when I say UP—Oh God, I add too much subtext—anyway, bear with me). What I see is a beautifully dimly lit, cute corner of hers, a little disorganized but still looking very pretty. I could sense her hesitation because she thought I might judge her, but trust me, I was busy with other thoughts, a mix of excitement, fear, and happiness.
I took a seat and, while I was admiring the place, I had no clue where she was; I guess she was trying to arrange stuff everywhere. I wish I could have told her that I didn’t care at all. The only thing I cared about at that moment was her! Anyway, it was one of the best nights I’ve had (again, we’ll talk about this later).
I didn’t know when I would visit this place again, but I was certain I would spend a considerable amount of time here. So, one day, we had an impromptu plan to visit, which actually happened. Oh, this night I did a small mess-up too—I was hyping up a particular tea that my stupid self left in the auto (well, in my defense, I was excited). So here I am, sitting alongside her, just watching her talk endlessly, getting lost in her eyes, and scared as hell because, hey! Let’s not forget how shy this guy actually is!
Then, this girl decides to feed me, something that has never happened to me before. This is the night when I got some rights in her kitchen as well (I feel very proud about this). Afterward, I guess we were both thinking the same thing: now what? What is this guy going to do? Is he going to stay? Is he going to leave? To be honest, if it wasn’t for her, I would have left. Shy Sahil inside me would never have thought of the possibility of staying, even if he wanted to!
Suddenly, after a very awkward conversation, I find myself alongside her on her bed (never ever, even in my wildest dreams—but I’m glad it happened). I guess after that moment, the shyness went for a stroll, and for good!
Slowly, this place started growing on me with every subsequent visit. I absolutely love asking what this lady wants for breakfast. Washing dishes may have become one of my favorite hobbies. Watching her cook, seeing her pretty face first thing when I wake up, putting her to sleep, those late-night terrace strolls, impromptu movie hours, her playlist, her getting ready, her “10 more minutes, Sahil” every morning—this list might not end, so I’ll put a stop to it for now.
And hey! My toothbrush says hello!
See you soon.
Cheekily Yours, Sahil