When Harry Met Sally

By Shraddha Arya

A girl named sally resides in the most romantic city of the world Paris, between her teenage ages, having a cute love life in her mind constantly surfaces to keep a relationship whenever she tries, one or another bad luck strikes, at last lost all her faith in love and as she sighs, calls herself, oh I’m just a hopeless romantic, love would never be mine, perhaps I should look for something platonic as my schedule is too hectic for a while.

It was almost a year, she hadn’t been on a date, perhaps she thought for her now it’s too late, one evening after getting back from work, she fantasized about having a cheesy quality time, while she was having her breakfast, her lips were red, not due to lipstick, but there was some extra ketchup, she tried to clean it herself but felt would be much better if done by someone else, it’s been long her lips had been kissed, she is living a life so empty, romance is although enough to be missed.

She goes on for more to live like this, until one day while travelling on a train, she sat next to someone, who was too busy on the phone, to look around and talk to anyone, a nerd gentleman & a quiet person, for such reasons sally was intrigued maybe he is a loner, too afraid to speak, so she initiated by saying her name, hey, I’m sally & you?, the boy looks at her and starts blushing, sally was totally clueless she assumes why, & he answered her don’t get me wrong I’m not a shy but my name is Harry, which too made her smile. Both knew, what they were thinking about, their lips went quiet, though eyes were loud and at the next stop they happily moved out.

To be continued…

By Shraddha Arya