MY VIRTUAL LOVE

It was Friday night like any other. I was caught up with the last of my weekend chores in the office which included preparing a large tricky report which I had to show to my manager on coming Monday. I quickly finished it, hurriedly calculating and setting scores of my team agents to the likeability of everyone. This time I was seemingly too easy-going with them.

Between all these calculations, I was finding my mind struck up somewhere else. I was in a kind of rush one feels, as if getting late for a date. I wasn’t very content with the report, still decided to save it and closed it down, planning to rectify the errors on Monday, if any. With mind, little calmed down due to that borrowed time, I was relieved for a while.

I left my workstation, scurried past one of my colleagues, he gave me a queer look. I tried hard to smile back at him, hoping he didn’t sight that limpness on my face. I came back fetching a large mug of black coffee, holding it close to my nose to capture the aroma of the coffee, to fill my nostrils with freshness, I had been hankering after, the whole night.

I placed the mug on my table with a loud thrust, with coffee nearly spilling out on the papers which were carelessly strewn everywhere on it. Ignoring the mess, I grabbed my chair and hurriedly opened the website, I had been spending most of my spare time these days. 

I logged in hurriedly to see all the messages I received that day, and there it was, HIS MESSAGE, lying among the heap of messages in my inbox.

With all the excitement and anticipation, I quickly opened it, with a sudden eagerness, as if destiny was about to announce its most awaited result. I looked around with stealing eyes and saw that colleague of mine asking me from a distance if everything was okay. I nodded with a sheepish smile. He had probably never seen me sitting so silent, with that painfully awkward impatience clinging to the screen as if it held the secrets to existence.

Well, it was just a customary message, sahring his discernment on daily matters of life. We had started writing to each other more often recently. I could envisage a smile beaming on my face. Suddenly, all the unease and culpability vanished away and I was soon immersed replying to it, forgetting all about that dreadful report.

I was completely lost in those dark reaches of internet, when I was suddenly woken up by a touch on my shoulder.  I turned around to see my SPECIAL FRIEND now almost leaning over my shoulder, looking at the screen with amazement. I suddenly realised, we had been spending great deal of time together these days. In addition to those breaks together, we shared the same cab and on the way, talked out our daily woes, discussing everything in hushed voice, among those jarring numbers playing on the FM.

He was visibly shocked to find me in that tranquil mood, in fact looked rather surprisingly disappointed. He was expecting to find me seated there sharing the same dishevelment which was all around me, with those papers still scattered everywhere, that empty mug of coffee, now lending a sickening, stale smell and that wide screen glaring almost over my head, giving me a more maniac look than ever before. 

Few minutes back, I had gone to him, howling about this report, taking toil on my mind and he vowed to help me out. In fact he was quite eager to leave his own work to come with me to my workstation.

Now, with a quizzical look on his face, he reluctantly asked me about the report. I simply shrugged my shoulders and with a chuckle in my voice, told him that I would see it on Monday. He even tried to remind me of the manager’s wrath in an annoying voice. but my mind was too net congested to answer.

Anyways, I had to scuttle the conversation and find a way to salvage his bruised ego, I looked deeply into his eyes, telling him that with him as my best buddy around, do I really need to be worried. 

Then something magical happened. I was watching him in bewilderment, did I see a bright light flashing in his eyes which died quickly too? I don’t know what was it exactly?

Anyways, I gulped hard and quickly buckled down for another turbulent voyage with this cab mate into triumph. On the way towards our cab, we were soon talking about the movie we were going to watch that evening with our other friends.

My mind still captured with that unknown admirer on net, I could really visualise a message popping out in front of me with those smiley-face words: “Would you like to go out with me?”

 “Isn’t it going to be lovely spending an evening with a guy like you?” I promptly uttered without wasting any other moment. With words moving clearly on the screen of my mind, I would never stutter. I knew now I had perfect answer to every question, and the perfect response to every flirtation.

My words of wit literally zoomed and my skilfull romantic hint perked him up. I knew that look well, when I saw his thousand-yard stare changing into his favourable grin. I was really wondering who says that virtual love is just a fluke, in fact you're turned into a connoisseur to click with whomever you meet.

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