It was one of those days where everything was going wrong. It was getting dark, the autos weren’t coming and I had promised to be home by 8.
By the time I reached home, it was already 9. I had had an absent-minded conversation with the auto-guy who was very curious about computers and where he can do courses on basic skills. I smiled while I got out, said a hasty “Thank you”, had time to notice a couple sitting on a bike having a conversation in a low voice, and bounded up the stairs…
..when my phone rang suddenly. It was my friend’s friend – a guy I knew barely through a farewell gift I was doing for my friend.
I: “Hi, how are you?”He: “Tell me, do you stay at.."(followed by my street name)?
I (Surprised – he did not seem like the stalker kind): “Um, yeah”.
He:”I am standing right outside your building with my sister. I just saw you get down from the auto”.
Aah. The couple in the corner.
He (Uncomfortable now) : “I just got a call, so decided to stop my bike and take it.”
I: “Wait, I will come down”.
I have to admit I was very reluctant about this. Not only was my mom sounding pretty furious, I had no enthusiasm to meet a guy outside my building (with its share of nosy neighbours) at 9 pm.
As it turned out, the sister talked more than the guy and I talked more than both of them put together. After some hasty plans to meet the next day to exchange books, we bid goodbye.
I (thinking): “What a bad timing!”
He (thinking): “What a snob! Couldn’t she talk in tamil?”
A little more than a year later, we were engaged. I wonder about the person who said that the first impressions were the last impressions. In fact, in my case, the best impressions are the last impressions.