I don’t know what got me to telling you this story, as if anyone would be remotely interested in my not so eventful life; well that’s at least what I thought, writing my diary, the morning everything went not routine like, the morning I took the ride of my life. I woke up at six, […]
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Riding On “Vespas” With Boys..

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I don’t know what got me to telling you this story, as if anyone would be remotely interested in my not so eventful life; well that’s at least what I thought, writing my diary, the morning everything went not routine like, the morning I took the ride of my life.

I woke up at six, ten minutes before the alarm went off, it hadn’t been long since I regained my healthy sleeping habits, fresher than ever, all behind me, ready to venture into the new life, of single and liking it me, all heartache and pain slipped into the memory box, to the stories I will one day tell my grand children, tales of how I spent my youth, loved, lost, got back stabbed and how I regained my strength and got back on my feet. Taking my coffee with the morning breeze chilling my face and bare legs, I felt like heaven sitting near the gardenia flower, its smell filling up my nostrils with the sweetest aroma. If by any chance I wanted to make up for my long days coming late to the office, I had to get dressed right away, so I got up, downed what was rest of my latte with one gulp, and stood lost in front of my closet, wondering, trying and finally going out looking the best I ever looked since I got that job.

I dreaded the moment I left my apartment, going down to the crowded street with vendors taking out their kiosks and banners, forcing smiles and greetings to the neighbours, fearing to step into the muddy streets and ruining those lovely pair of shoes I just paid half of my salary for, tip-toeing around the puddles and trash cans that just started filling up from the early morning, I saw him.. taking the turn around my street, helmet on head, sunglasses on, hottest as he could get, riding his union jack flag designed Vespa. Startled and stupefied, I instantly stopped in my track, in the middle of the streets, dazed and insensible to the honks of the cars stopping behind me. As soon as I regained my thoughts, incoherent as they were, my ears thudding and my heart drumming, I registered, that he as well, shifted his direction, and was coming my way. Ushering me to step aside and let the cars pass, he followed me to the sidewalk, where I just stood, my limbs numb, my feet failing to hold my weight, casually I held to a parked car, like a drowning person holdingĀ  a stick, grasping dear life. A velvety voice greeted me cheerfully, recognizing me as the girl stalking him, so I just snapped and showed him that it was the street where I lived for the past 23 years and if anything, I was the one being followed here. Teasing and flirting, he asked me where I lived, what my job was at the office, and why I was that ill-tempered and frowning all the times he saw me. I found out that he worked in the bank near my office, and was a free lancer drummer after 5; bureaucracy, just like in my case, was about to suck every inch of life he had if he didn’t act upon it and sided the safe job with a creative outlet. Taking out an extra helmet from the scooter’s case, he offered me a ride to work, beaming like a child, knocking off a point from “things I want to do before next year” I put it on, and climbed behind him, my hands on his back, as he started the engine and moved to the street.

When he parked outside my office building, reluctant to turning around and leave, I asked him if he ever watched the movie “Riding in cars with boys”, and as weird as it struck him, I clarified my question – it not being about illegitimate pregnancies and teenage bearings of course! – I quoted my favourite line, a smile spread on his face lighting it, he asked for my number and waved goodbye. It’s a marvelous thing how fate works, how it waits around the corner and appears when the time is right.

Let me quote myself. One day can change your life. One day can ruin your life. All life is three or four big days that change everything.

Beverly, Riding in Cars with Boys

 

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