So,
I am all set to get married. I talk to a hundred guys, shortlist few, meet them
(and they bring me tea), get disappointed and decide to
go for higher studies. The guys earning in dollars and living in posh houses
cannot fancy me enough. I come back to my second home and decide to click
Christmas. Because I have managed to reach a church at midnight I decide to
pray. Out of amusement (and slight desperation) I pray ‘Oh God! Please let some
guy come into my life forever’. Because I fail to click good photos we (me and
my friends) decide to go to the beach but end up at the international airport.
Right in front of the not-so-stinky loo I lay my eyes on this really cute
supposedly co-worker of mine (and we have hundreds of common friends BTW). We
talk and then we cannot stop.
Err…Wait!
I still have at least 20 prospective grooms in my contact list. Was I not
supposed to choose one of them?
I
had purposefully not even interacted well with guys in the past 1 year because
I was seeking a groom. Flirting was not an option really, not even with any of
the grooms. I did not want to be the girl who flirts around with a lot and
marries one who she never flirted with.
And
then I start talking to this really cute guy…and talk and talk right into
love…all this in front of a public toilet at the international airport.
Somewhere between the public toilet and CCD, 4 AM and 6 AM, ‘Can I have your
number’ and ‘Give me your number’ Love happened.
Yes,
Love happens at bewildering places and at weird times.
