My attempt to chronicle an experience ... Real names are altered and places never revealed to avoid character recognition. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// About a girl--Encounter with uncertainty. Her pearly eyes caught my attention from a distance. As I moved closer, I could feel the ambience developing like a lovely dream with a guaranteed good story. Sure the birds didn’t chirp neither did sweet little angels with magical wands hum around. But the moment was surreal, filled with musical charisma that could embarrass Beethoven to shame. What a feeling of compassion, what a blissful experience of acceptance yet it had just been mere moment in time. It felt right, to introduce my existence, which I thought was highlight of my life, sunshine of my day. Her electrifying smile could do no wrong to her stature; moreover, it was like icing on a fresh cake. Few moments of awkwardness felt like father time had just stopped ticking, mother earth candidly bunged moving. Then the story started, the characters were introduced, the plot kicked in, all set and ready to go. Sporadic sips of extra creamy coffee in my mouth, which had become lukewarm due to slow consumption. Actually, coffee can blame this angelic lady who was incarcerating my attention and therefore drinking it, was secondary activity for that moment. We were standing there with nervous smiles, punctuated by deafening silence. Yes, the silence can blow your brains off; it’s just that psychological phase that is dark, depressed and ready to detonate, in order to make things happen. Still, with blushing face that had been well nourished with bizarre current of devotion, I tried to gaze her into her eyes. Her eyes were sensitive, flirtatious, bubbly and never ready to focus. Maybe they were windows to her soul, so profound; that I would easily vanish and never find myself again. For interest, I managed to try, rewarded only with tons of disappointment and curiosity. During this whole process of ambiguity along with the game of hide and seek, the coffee was guzzled and we were ready to move onto the next phase of activity. Ironically, I remember the times when we used to digitally converse, expressing our analogous human signals into digital gibberish, which was again later decrypted to regular messages. Of course, I am referring to the times when we used to spend hours, talking online, through a popular instant messaging system. We indulged ourselves in this wonderful invention of man kind with the help of a common friend. So, we used to spend countless hours, using handicapped phrases with entourage of emoticons that tried its best to imitate our natural feelings. It was naive, like trying to land a jab in the dark, to an opponent. You hurl it out there, expecting something but you don't know exactly what. At times, conversations were healthy, it felt like two souls were hugging each other and during the others, it was tainted, full of throat slashing and clashing of combustible egos. Nevertheless, good things outweighed bad, and here we were meeting for the first time, ever. Out for a movie, I can't even remember it accurately because it was a sequel to the first Bridget Jones series. A not so attractive, 30 something woman, trying to find true love and settle down due to the pressures of conformist English society. How reminiscent to our surroundings, nothing, nada. Here, we were, two Nepali kids meeting up for the first time while being gobbled up with gaucheness and sense of insecurity. What if, a fellow Nepali spotted us, how would our relationship be labeled? Things like that, it is one of those limbos of our changing culture, which are covered under the rug but still happens to occur frequently. Well, putting that aside, we managed to watch the movie with occasional bursts of laughter. I, myself had to take it easy due to bladder full of water I was carrying, thanks to jumbo Pepsi. Now, that is a dilemma, should I stand up and walk out of theatre costing precious seconds of the movie watchers or just hold it and wait until the movie ends to unload the tank. I went with the second one. Hence, the whole point of that movie after 30 minutes or so was worthless for me, at least. I enjoyed her company though, seldomly, peeking to get a glimpse of her radiant face in the dark. Adding to that was her smiling back, every now and then, which gave me butterflies.