Are you single ?


7th July 2011

 It was time for me head back to India. I had already packed up and was waiting for my car to pick me up from my apartment. Though i love London and its one of my favorite destinations , i still had the excitement and anxiety to head back to India. Soon after some time my phone rang and my car had arrived to pick me up for the airport.  I have passion for cars. As soon as i came out , i could see a black Mercedes waiting for me to arrive. Excited i was looking at the black beauty. It was a bright sunny day , though cold winds were blowing , but it was quite pleasant.

In a few minutes we were driving towards London heathrow  airport. I was all excited to head back to India. The best part was, it was a weekend when i was flying. So i had a good one full day to get rid of my hangover before i start working. I paid the chauffeur after he dropped me to airport and headed for check-in counter. Soon after i checked i was heading for security. When i am traveling i like traveling in leisure. So i guess i was the most relaxed person in the queue.

Suddenly i heard an anxious voice from behind.

“Sir ! Can i have the time please ?” Said that anxious voice.

I looked back and found a young girl in her 20’s looking at me. ” Its 07:40″ Said

She looked in a hurry . I don’t know what made me strike this conversation.

“Are you running late for your flight ?” I said

“Yes and it looks like i am not going to make it” She said in disappointment.

“Why don’t you just jump the queue and tell them you are running late for your flight and request for a early security check.” I told her.

I kept looking at her. She was an American i could easily figure that out because if the accent she spoke. Well you can call this as an advantage of working outside India. You get to work with different nationals. I could now a days easily identify an American , Russian etc.

After i told her this , she managed to jump the queue and was gone with the winds.  I did find her beautiful. Just Another infatuation i thought and ignored her. Though her face kept lingering in front of my eyes. She had light brown hairs and beautiful eyes.  I went through the security checks and London Heathrow , its a pain , they would strip you down from top to bottom for checks ( don’t take me literally ) but its tough , to get through.

I looked up my boarding card and checked the gate i am supposed to go.  As i was walking , i could see the same American girl wearing her shoes.

“So are u done ? ” I asked her.

“Yeah , but my flight is delayed by 2 hours” She said. I was quite delighted to hear that. I don’t know why but i was.

“Whats your name ?”

“Sarah Baker” She said.

“Can i walk with you till your gate ?” i asked her.”Yeah, why not” She said.

And we started talking about each other , where we lived , likes and dislikes . And we sat near her gate. It was very stupid and too early of me to ask this question , but i asked her “Are you Single ?”

I was almost ready for a tight slap on my face. I absolutely had no clue as to what kind of person she was and still asked this question.  She Smiled and showed me the finger where she was wearing her engagement ring,  A bit disappointed but i was amused , what if she would have said Yes , Was i planning to marry her. I kept thinking while we were talking. It was stupid of me. But the experience was good. Never had a chance to talk to a stranger like this.

I got connected with her on Facebook and we are still friends , funny it is some times people whom you don’t know become close to you as if you know them since ages, This happened with me in an hours time. Though we are thousands of miles apart. We are still connected.

For now this is Shwetal Signing off from this place , Hasta La Vista.

Shwetal – An Avid Writer



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