

The Past: Kondapur, Hyderabad.
I’ve never been so stressed in my entire life, unlike today. I just got up, trimmed my beard, ironed my white shirt, picked the torn jeans, searched for the watch, tied my shoe lays, reached out for the door, took a deep breath, gave a relief sigh, and continued opening the door. The whole night I’ve been talking to myself, processing the imaginary date, and practicing the do’s and don’ts. Whatever it is to be, I am not giving up this chance!
I walked towards my bike and self-started it, it wouldn’t start at the first ignition push, and then the silencer wobbled with strong thumping distinctive roars that could even be heard from two streets away. I love this roar but today the sound is distracting my focus and thought process, I am constantly filling confidence in myself. Clipped my helmet, pulled my visor down, released the clutch, gear shifted from neutral, slowly accelerated, and paced forward.
I reached block number 13 and turned off my engine ignition at the waiting bay which is to the left of the block. I don’t have her number, I don’t know how she looks in person, I just have her digital photos on the dating platform. I opened the app and left a message asking for her number, which went unnoticed for over 30 minutes and I am just waiting patiently. Meanwhile, Meghna called to check in about the developments.
“Remember you’ve met her on a virtual dating platform, don’t rush! Keep things easy.
One quick piece of advice: ‘Let the flow be neutral & don’t invade her space with your, give me priority wala shakal. Allow her some time to settle and initiate.’ This is a tailor-made suggestion that’ll work for you!” Meghna said knowing that I am always demanding, she knows the best!
“Alright.”
“Tej, did she come?”
“Not yet.”
“What are you doing there?”
“Just waiting, browsing her pictures, trying to scan her through the crowd.”
“Okay, sounds like a thing to me!”