Set in the autumn of 2012, office party it was. It was a mandatory get-together activity which he was least interested in. A small setup of 15 people heading out for good sun, music and booze. Everybody was gearing for the grand affair except him.
Putting aside his usual self he carried himself there only to notice that he was under-dressed for a party that is only a notch down of Page 3. Nonchalantly getting sucked into the vibe he comforts himself with a whisky. Soon the music is getting into him and he find himself dancing among the cacophony of souls. Felt the touch on his back, thought of it as a mistake. “I’m sorry!” A refill on the cards drags him away from the crowd as he bumped into her. She apologised, again!
For a change he is loving the booze, TECHNO and people around him. She came upto bar and looked at him for the first time. Though sharing the same workplace and after endless sutta session, she recognised him, “You’re the guy who is always engrossed in laptop.”
“Hi, I’m Harshit”, socially awkward he is! “I know! I’m Sristhi”.
“I know!” and suddenly the dark clouds marauding over them! “It is bout to rain and Rooftop with the roof is a bad idea to party in September.” He loathes rain and the romanticism attached to it.
“We’re young and drunk! Lets dance!” She grabs him by his hand and lead the way to the dance floor. A loud thunder and people are looking for shed, except for them! With the first drop, the distance between them closed down and they looked into each other for the first time. “You got pretty eyes! Hazel?”. Complements makes him blush! “Yes!”
Soon Tlaloc grabbed the limelight and showered the place with all its mighty in the bid to make them run for a shed. Tonight he doesn’t want to be anywhere but here.