The yellow flickering lights, and the table lamps created an atmosphere of loveliness in the chinese food haven. The brightness of the people around only reflected through the wine glasses on the table. However, there was a strange brightness being emitted by a categorically "my" kind of man sitting right across my table.
It was only the first glance that was enough to petrify me. A shining eye- contact, and I was almost halfway through the process of almost saying "I do" to him. Maybe a little too cheesy but if the encounters ever shown in those hollywood movies come true, I had my chances of believing that this might be 'my encounter with a stranger'.
Our eyes met for the second time. A brief glance which said a lot of things. He was staring back at me indeed, I told myself. The heart flew away from it's nest now and sat on the pyramid of hope. The hope that sits on flickering flames of positive encounters.
It was in the third eye contact that I noticed what made him so noticeably attractive. It's the same old concept- folded shirt sleeves and guys. Maybe every other thing becomes invisible in the presence of this paradise. The stuble also did it's wonders, and I realised I was actually staring at him like a lame assed donkey.
I shifted my glance and diverted my attention. However, I couldn't give up on this game. There was something irresistibly stunning about him. I looked up again, only to see him staring at me. His gaze a bit higher, though. Frowning maybe, I couldn't tell. Must be shy, I thought.
This continued for the next half an hour. I had already made plans in my head to probably pass a smile the next time the stares happen. But, I wasn't expecting what happened next.
He stood up from the table. And started walking towards me.
The imaginary dreams of saying 'I do' were actually ahout to come true, I believed. So this is it. This is my story.
He came near. Smiled, and said :
'Hey. I was just wondering if you could sit on some other seat? Actually I've been trying to watch the final IPL match on this TV screen since the past half hour. And sorry but you're visibly distrubing my field of vision. So if you don't mind, could you, please shift?"
I stared blankly at him and gave him the 'Yeah whatever' expression. I moved from the table. Left the restaurant. Indian males don't see anything in front of cricket.
I did have a chance encounter, overall. Who knew that it was only him calling the shots this time?