I got up fashionably late today, befitting
a lazy Sunday in the very beginning of Holidays. It was a nice afternoon, warm
and pleasant. Ah, if only I had a boyfriend to tell that to! I fancied a quick
dramatic scene of how I would have complained to a boyfriend what glorious day
it was today and how it deserved to be well spent; how I would have nagged to
take me to a movie or a fancy restaurant. He would have grimaced at first I
imagined and then I would have put on my best big-eyed-innocent-little-girl-face,
maybe I would have shed a tear or two suitably to seal the final plan of a
movie and a dinner. Tearing away from the wonderful fantasy I pulled myself up
from the bed and started to get dressed for the day.
I am almost alone now at HEC campus, most
of my friends have left for their homes but I have decided to stay back in
Paris. Having a full half Sunday to spend, I started making a mental note of
things I could do today as I was getting ready. And then suddenly, I remembered
of ‘that place’. I had researched well about ‘that place’ over the internet
about a month back and today seemed a perfect time to try it. I got so excited
that I applied an extra finish of mascara, fixed my hair in my favorite high
pony-tail, put on a fancifully cut dress and my winter coat and I was already
locking my door shut.
HEC campus is a bit far off from the
main-town Paris; it takes almost an hour to get to its more glamorous spots. Well
to give you an early lead Mr. Reader, in truth I longed to get a date. Of all
places Paris is the worst place to be single in! For it is just ever so
romantic, every so wonderful, and the French have kept the city so singularly
stunning that you find yourself wishing for a lover to share it with; Paris is just
too much of happiness to behold all by yourself! Well ‘this place’ was
apparently a very popular ‘pick-up place’, you could find yourself just any
kind of companion you wanted on a day. Sitting on the metro train, I started
contemplating my mood and how I would want my ‘date’ to be (let’s call my date
as D for convenience); Humorous? Philosophical? Mysterious? Bold? Foreign? Older?
Slim? Oh I just couldn’t decide, not without seeing them first anyways. I knew
that I would instinctively know that I had found the perfect match when I would
come across my D.
I got off the metro at the right station
and pored over my iPhone maps for the exact direction. Some French Rue de La
blah blah blah it said, damn these French names, so hard to say, it gets even
awkward to ask for directions without making a fool out of yourself. After
going round in circles and finally realizing that I was passing over the same
pubs, I pulled myself together and did the brave thing- ask for help! Turned
out that ‘the place’ was just over two blocks from where I was standing!
Feeling stupid yet grateful I quickly made towards it! And there it was!
Finally! After months of contemplating, here I was! Like all other places in Paris
this one was exquisite too! I thoroughly congratulated myself of having decided
to pay it a visit on this wonderful Sunday!
As I pushed open the door, I found myself
staring at the most generously splendid place ever! The place itself was done
in a classic style, many paintings adorned the walls. There was also a piano on
the first floor. It was crowded too. But none of it I caught at my first sight;
at first sight I was sinking in the sight of gloriously beautiful companions I
could choose from. They were so many of them, and thank God finally they were
all English! No more damned French with their tongue twisting French names and incomprehensible
French talks. Finally, I felt like I was home! I started moving around lustily, it was speed
dating. Snap judgments and a quick 5 minutes later, I was moving over to a next
one. Round and round I went about for almost an hour and half. You see, as I
had started quite late this day, time was running out fast. As they say 23rd
time is a charm, and just as I had made the premonition before, I knew that I
had at long last, found my D!
As I was leaving ‘the place’ with my D, it began
to rain! How romantic, I mused to myself and decided that there could be no
better time for a quick dash at a nearby café. The café was cozy too and I went
in with my D. There was a good music playing in the background, such perfect
settings! The food was nice too, and D and I had clicked already! D was
charming, aren’t they all in the beginnings? D was an old soul and I guessed
that half the world must have had fallen for him already, and yet here I was
treasuring D already, completely oblivious to anyone else. We lingered in the café
for almost an hour past the dinner; it was just so thrilling to rest my hands
around D. The romance continued in the metro, on the way back to my room. I had
eyes for no one but D; D was simply enchanting!
Holding D in my hands I opened the door to
my room. D waited for me on the chair. I was so happy, ah I cannot tell Mr.
Reader, how much! I put on my favorite playlist to add to the mood and quickly
changed. And then I was ready, ready for my D, ready to uncover some exciting
secrets. I wasted no time to move to the bed. I knew there was nothing else I
wanted in that moment but my D. The initial romance had already been setup, the
preliminary introductions already done; the main course was now underway. Layer
by layer I began to bare all that D had to offer. D was now filling me in with
the most inexplicably relishing thrills. The more I tried to take control the
more intriguing D turned; there was no telling what D would do next. I was
thoroughly enthralled and D was now ruling all of my senses. Time slipped fast and I never gathered by how much. D was playful
and made me giggle every now and then. D showed me joys like I had never felt
before, it was almost a torture to go on like this, and the excitement was too
much to hold in longer. And then quite suddenly D climaxed into the end. What
followed was the single most peaceful bliss, such calming content; I could
listen to my quivering poor heart. It felt like coming back to reality from a
different world, slowly consolidating the memories to be locked away in the
heart forever and ever to relish.
Allow me to lift the veil off my D for you Mr. Reader- D was a book, ‘Uncle Fred in the Springtime by P.G. Wodehouse’ that
I ‘picked up’ today, from an apparently popular ‘fully English’ bookstore in
Paris- Shakespeare and Company! :D
