Yesterday evening I had a date. I believe I can call it a date; at least on my part. Believe
me, for there isn’t any better way to name it. Maybe – just maybe – it’d be
called as a blind date.
I responded,
“Don’t have any plans; just being grateful for the wonderful year 2014. But I’m
excited and look forward to embracing, living each day of the New Year.”
It
was a small restaurant with cozy and intimate ambience. As I pulled out my
chair and sat in front her, a mojo of feelings ran through me. Nervousness too.
Yes, we were meeting for the first time, but I’m still not sure it’s a date. To
tell you that she was fair and slim; and has a shy manner, a gentle voice.
Looking
straight at me, she smiled expansively and reaffirmed, “So your name is Riku
Dhan Subba?”
I
nodded and then I pulled my jacket tighter because it’s was very cold.
“I
thought it’s your nickname,” she ran her fingers over her phone and burst into
a laugh.
“Everybody
thinks like that,” I laughed with her.
Meanwhile,
the order arrived on our table. Coffee and some snacks.
As
we sipped coffee, I continued, “Because my name is very strange. Actually my
late grandpa gave me this name. And nobody knows its real meaning, not even my
parents.”
“That’s
strange. I wonder you are as strange as your name,” she inquired quickly, this
time rubbing a bit more.
“I
think I am,” I answered.
After
a moment, I joked laughing again, “Of all, I feel that I am extraordinary. For
my name is extraordinary. Joke aside, I still wonder from where my grandpa got
this name and why he chose the name for me.”
Inside,
the sound system came into life and the COLDPLAY sang a live version of “A sky
full of stars”. A warm, intimate mood took hold of me as the song enfolded the
room, as two of us talked into the gentle evening.
“So
how have you spent 2014?” I asked my date - I called her date for the lack of
better word.
She
took a moment to think about it. She summed it “a difficult year” but instantaneously
justified, “Life isn’t fair, you know, but it’s still good”. Then we talked a
great deal about life’s struggling and miracle and together agreed “the more we
praise and celebrate our life the happier we become”.
Quite
typically, we jumped into talking our New Year’s resolutions.
“I
have three: to study abroad, write a book and get married. I would be happy if I
could fulfill even one of these,” I stated.
As
soon as I stated my resolutions, oh goodness, I started sweating hard. For my
resolutions are not at all easy. All entail a lot of perseverance and hard
work; most importantly, the luck.
She
expressed a big surprise; however, consoled me, “It’s always good to have the resolutions
even they may be too ambitious at times. I wish you all the lucks.”
I
thanked her.
We
cleared our bills and slowly walked out of the restaurant. It was unusually
cold outside, the air blew deep chill and the mountaintops were blanketed in
snows.
I
turned back to her and declared, “I am considering proposing you one fine day. I
like you.”
In
fact, I meant it, more than I could tell her.
She
smiled radiantly at me and answered, blushing, “Oh I look forward to that fine day.”
