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Chapter - 56 - The Perfect Dress

// I would highly recommend you to listen to the above-mentioned song, as you read the chapter.//

'Four more days', I sighed as I crossed one more date, on the calendar.

I had already started crossing out dates. Every second, every minute, every hour counted and listed. My desperation increasing every single time, I heard the clock on the wall tick by. My chest heavily rose and fell, as I breathed in and out.

I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted to know, I wanted to discover. This person had opened a new vision of life in me and I couldn't help but thank him with all my heart. I don't know, when, how, why, and where, but I know it happened. I know, I feel for him, very hard.

I danced all around my house, playing 'For I can't help falling in love with you'.

For sure I couldn't help falling in love with him. In fact, nothing could help, and no one could help.

I had ignored everyone for this week, since if I would have interacted with them, they would have easily ended up guessing the desperation in my voice and then I wouldn't have been able to follow up with the questions that would add up, as a supplementary.

I traced my eyes, all over my cupboard. No, it wasn't messed up, but, yet I couldn't find, what I was looking for. I wanted to find a perfect outfit for 'the meet'. My writer hadn't sent me a letter yet, but I don't know, why but, I feel as if, the meet was going to be somewhere around in the evening.

I decided to run to 'Oxford Street', and buy some beautiful dresses. Well, Oxford Street is awfully famous for its fashion. All the latest fashion ends up being a part of Oxford Street. Well, I certainly didn't want to end up being broke, in a foreign land, but I decided, just so, this once, I wanted to spend my money, o this dress, since it was very special for me.

Without wasting another second, I shut my cupboard and rushed towards the mirror to fix my appearance and picked up my bag from the hook. It had been awhile since, I had gone shopping, because of so many reasons,

1) I didn't have a specific occasion

2) I didn't like spending money, unnecessarily

3) I didn't like looking for things, drenched in sweat

4) I was horrible at choosing, all by myself

I grabbed my I-Phone and rushed towards my door. I locked my door and spotted Mrs. Smith walking towards me, I greeted her and as she was also walking towards the streets, she accompanied me and I jollily accepted her company. We walked and chatted till the bottom of the staircase and when it was time for her to leave, to wherever she wished to go, she spoke something that left me frozen. She said, "I know you are anxious to meet the young, gentleman. But trust me the wait is worth it!!" with these words, she smiled and left from there, leaving me in awe.

I completely and clearly didn't remember mentioning the letters to anyone. Then how did she know? Oh My God!! Had she been reading my letters on the doorstep, before me? But then I didn't find the envelope resealed; it always felt as if the envelope was new. But then she could have changed the envelope? No that isn't possible since the envelope I received had a seal.

Wait!! A seal?

I could get to the writer!! But, then it was better to stop thinking about since, I wouldn't certainly reach to any conclusion, I would just get to know, if the letter was sent from India or overseas, and I was clearly not in a mood for that.

I quietly, walked silently, moving my feet on the road and feeling at peace, with my hair swaying with the cool breeze that fanned my skin. A wonderful time, everything felt like a blessing from above and I couldn't do much, but smile at the one and the only reason behind everything taking place in this 'materialistic world', God.

After an hour, of excessive 'chaan – been' (search), I felt like a failed CID officer. I had grown up watching CID and adored every episode. I would even play at home, talking about the murder and then look over everything, as if suspicious of finding clues that the killer must have left behind, or bloodstains, with my torch, even in full daylight. It was a completely out of body experience, now when I look back at things, they feel surreal, they look humorous and sigh stating, 'those were the days'.

Disappointed with not having found my dress, I decided to return back home and choose something, which I already had. I thought, the mysterious guy wouldn't mind seeing me in already worn clothes, since he loves my soul, me as a human being, not my clothes. He would love me always and I wished he stuck to the promise since it had taken me forever to trust on 'love'. I wouldn't want my trust to be shattering.

I reached home and found something on the doorstep. It had become common to find things lying down on my doorstep. I bent down to pick it up and noticed that it was a note, not a letter. I sighed, with disappointment and fidgeted with my key in the lock and unlocked my door, gently pushing it inward.

I came in and locking the door, sat down on the sofa. I smelled the note, which possessed a fragrance of jasmine. I unfolded the note and began reading.

Hey Beautiful,

I am having trouble locating things, in this town. I need you to trust me and wait patiently for my letter, which will contain the details of our 'our meet'. I know I am taking time, but trust me the wait is worth it. You will either love me or hate me. Whatever it is I am now ready for both acceptance and denial.

I can't wait to meet you and to see your reaction, on finding out about the writer. I also know that you have done a good load of research about the writer, but trust me and wait for me to unveil myself.

Yours'

'Mysterious guy'

"I am definitely waiting, honestly and I trust you more than anyone. I just am finding it difficult to hold in the desperation, but I will wait.", I said, hoping he could hear me.

I placed the note in the drawer amongst the many letters I had and began my search for the 'perfect dress', with some more desperation, running through my veins.

All I could find was,

Dress #1

This dress I had worn, when I went back to India, but only and only my parents had seen me wearing this, so I bet I can wear this.

Dress #2

This dress I had worn on Valentine's Day when we got to know about Ria's reality. I wonder how this dress still fits me.

Dress #3

This dress I had merrily worn on my sixteenth birthday. I remember crying my heart out because I was extremely happy about finding my dream dress.

I decided to send it to Kritz and know her views; at least I assumed she could help me with finding a perfect dress.

I unlocked my 'I-Phone' and sent her the dresses with full description. It took her some time but she finally responded with 'wow, all of these dresses are so pretty. I think I like the 'blue' one the best.'

I was happy that I finally had my answer and sent her a 'thank you' with two hearts. I shut my phone close and eyed my outfit.

The next moment, I sent my dress for ironing. I stepped into my kitchen and decided to make something healthy and I happily made some 'poha' (Indian breakfast) and sat on my bed with my eyes glued to my 'I-Phone' screen. I wanted to hear a peaceful song and so I began my search.

Halfway down my search, I found myself, completely engrossed, in a video, a video that I was watching, a video on, 'how to talk to a giraffe' and realized what I had picked up my phone for.

I kept my phone aside and sat down for some studying, in order to divert my mind, from all the events that were taking place, simultaneously in my 'not-so-proper-yet-amazing-life'.

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//Hi people!!

Thoda aur intezaar!!!

Poll # 26

1) Rainbow

2) Starlit Sky, a clear sky where all stars are beautifully visible

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Tell me below//

//Well, I just wanted to show you,

This is Kristoff. he is played by Lucas Till

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