I finally reached. We pulled in in front of a bungalow something really rare to see in Mumbai. I got out of the car and climbed up to the flat. We rang the bell, a few seconds later my moms best friend opened the door. I was dragged into a hug before I even entered. Slightly stunned I walked in to see a massive girl come through the passage. I soon recognized her to be the elder child and the only daughter Maxine, she pulled me into a hug after squealing how cute I looked. I blushed away as my mom teased me from behind that I wasn't cute but fat. An immediate disagreement rose as we laughed. A few moments later "Mark" emerged, the youngest child and yes the only son. There was something about his eyes. No he wasn't good looking he was slightly on the shorter side for a guy say 5'7 but, we stared at each other. It seemed as if I had known him forever even though we hadn't even spoken. He sat across the table. His sister chattering away and I nodding but our eyes meeting only each others glancing away when our parents spoke something. "So do you have a cell phone?" he asked "Yes, which kid doesnt" I shrugged as I flipped out my cell. It wasn't a big deal but atleast I had one. We three quickly shared our numbers. He said nothing but took it down gave me a missed call and that was it. I didnt know him..but that feeling I got. That urge to know someone? Well I got it by seeing him. We quickly said our goodbyes. And that was it. I was pretty sure I was never going to see him again so I gave him a last glance and got out. On the way back in the car I interrogated my mother about him. According to her he was a good person. A student of engineering who was average. But yes according to her his values were what mattered. For being 19 years old this guy was pretty sweet and not arrogant. Yes he was 5 years older to me. Now thinking back on that conversation I laugh values were something that guy never knew. But that's another story.
The same day, as soon as I reached home I got a text "hey I'm mark wassup?" Seeing that my heart fluttered, maybe I was going to get to know this guy afterall
In my next post ill be talking about what happened next. Till then,
good day to all those readers.
#Be tough, Be true
love,
Dark Lavender.
The same day, as soon as I reached home I got a text "hey I'm mark wassup?" Seeing that my heart fluttered, maybe I was going to get to know this guy afterall
In my next post ill be talking about what happened next. Till then,
good day to all those readers.
#Be tough, Be true
love,
Dark Lavender.
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