Wednesday, 30 October 2013
LOST AND FOUND
My first day at university wasn't as cool as I expected it to be. At first I was so happy to find the lecture so easy, I was the smartest girl in the class, with all the correct answers. After 3 hour of lecture I found it was not my class. They were my juniors...! Ah... The staff had given me wrong course outline which made me quite confused and a lot more frustrated…
The next day I went straight to the coordinator’s desk and started my absurd story like a lost child. The coordinator turned out to be a very polite and helpful lady. She apologized, changed my course outline and led me to the right classroom.
OK so this is my real class. The first good sign was this class was vibrant and friendly. At that moment there were only three people in the classroom when I entered. A very familiar tall handsome guy was sitting to my right and behind him sat two girls. You figured the second good sign? *winks*
We had a short boring introduction that lasted in less than 2 minutes. So this tall guy continued talking to those girls, while I sat there like an alien. The more he talked the more he got familiar, like I have met him before. He was talking about his previous job and suddenly it ringed a bell.
A week later my classmates were planning for a barbecue party. I just wanted to go home but I had to wait for my girls who were deeply indulged in the party planning. I just kept nodding to all the questions they threw at me. After everything was planned I was finally relieved. Packed and ready to go home. When we reached the staircase suddenly my girls remembered another important task and left me waiting.
Right then that tall handsome guy came smiling and started teasing me for not taking any responsibility in organizing the event like everyone else. He kept going on and on and laughing. I got so annoyed that I had to change the topic.
I asked abruptly “Do you know Zara?”
His smile faded. I continued carelessly, “Zara your colleague at your previous job”
Only a small shocked sound came out of his mouth. Now when I had all of his attention I went on “She is my childhood friend, we’re more like sisters and she told me a lot about you.” At first he didn’t believe me but the straight look on my face convinced him.
Instantly he asked “What did she tell you?” his question sounded more like a request. Behind that smile I could see his uneasiness, so I snapped teasingly “Everything”. To this his face glowed as he shyly grinned at me so I smiled back. Although I had lied, I only knew as much as Zara had told me about him. It was worth it for that adorable look on his face.
There was a long pause but a very comfortable and familiar one. We held each other gaze for a while. Then he softly said “It’s been two years now, she was a good friend of mine” I could feel and understand a lot more than he said. It’s strange how familiar one can get with a stranger.
Such a dramatic lost and found moment was interrupted by my girls who rushed passed me and were now out of sight. We were still lost in thoughts, mixed feelings, confused smiles, when he put some effort to say “Let’s talk about this later.” I just smiled and turned to catch-up with my girls. Funny how my over excited girls had passed me by and were now rushing downstairs forgetting me behind???
The most awkward thing about this moment was that it wasn't awkward at all. Zara had wanted so badly for me to meet this guy, Haroon. Sadly my busy schedule made me compromise to her sweet stories of him. Haroon is exactly how I had pictured him in my mind. I recognized him in the first glance on the first day I saw him.
For me it was more like meeting a character of your favorite story book. Spotting the celebrity and then actually telling them that you have been a fan for ages…It was a wonderful feeling…
So after all my life here in this institute might not be as boring as I had thought… :)