Notification

The world is a unique place and funny too, you never know when you might meet a person who changes your entire perspective towards things, or when you might become that person in someone else’s life.

My phone beeped; I received a notification. Online dating app, and tomorrow was my scheduled date with a guy named Nicholas. Nicholas, I thought, a really royal name – and that when my innocent mind started thinking of a person like Prince Harry, who would come to meet in the carriage with his white horses, while the people would bow down to me. You might ask me, why Online dating app when I can find love anywhere, well for me that was not possible. Briefing you into my life, I only ever had two boyfriends in the entire 27 years of my life. My first boyfriend lasted only for a week, and he turned out to be douche – no I am not saying this just because he is my ex, he was really a douche – that asshole dumped me saying that being in a relationship with me was just a dare. And the other boyfriend, I made in the last year of my university went away for his job, and came back 3 years later, married – while I was waiting here like a fool. That was the time I cried, or correction – that was the last time I ever cried over a guy.

And since then, I promised, never to fall in the trap of hard commitments. But my dear mom, thought that I might be sulking into depression so she came her to look after me. and of course, force me into seeing other guys, because I should ‘get settled’. And hence, I signed up for this app, and ta-da I just got the call for the date.

Cold zephyr started raging outside, I peeped through the window and the sky was dark, but not gloomy. Grey clouds surmounting the vast stretch of twinkles, and then mizzle cooled down the scorching earth.

“Rains” I sighed, “why do they need to be so cliched?”

I just hope that they don’t ruin my plan tomorrow.

Nicholas (@nichole564)

Hey, liked your ID. Want to catch up with you tomorrow at 5. Café Sundae. XOXO

I rolled my eyes at the text; these things don’t make me happy anymore. And rains, were never my cup of tea either.

He placed his phone back on the table in front, and sighed.

“Another date” he thought, “I hope I don’t mess it up again.”

He looked out of his window; the rain drizzled down on the earth. He smiled.

“Rains” he thought, “why do they need to be so outrageously outstanding?”

And his eyes gleamed like the lustrous metal. Rains were something that made his heart feel happy.

I didn’t even bother to decide my clothes, what I believed was that even if wore the finest of outfits, the guy isn’t going to be interested in me if I don’t match his tastes. So, these things were of lesser importance now. I was rich and successful and had my reaches out in the states, and to be really honest I was happy with my life; yes, sometimes it did feel vacant whenever I hanged out with all my committed friends.

I decided to shrug off these thoughts from my mind and get some peaceful sleep. Love was difficult, and maybe I didn’t had love in my fate.