Dream?

I went to rock gig one night, in south Delhi. I had nothing to drink, and I still got high, it was such a good show. My neck hurt a lot, due to all the head banging. There was a time when I cried myself to sleep, every night, and there was no one to comfort me, no one to tell me that it was all going to be okay. I had many friends, but none that I could call friends. For the first time in a long time, I felt happy. I felt lively.  And I met this guy there, Shikhar. You see, I was wearing heels and my legs were crying out loud due to all the pain. So I sat down on a table, in the corner. And amidst the crowd I saw him, looking at me. Being in Delhi, you kind of get used to such stares. Only he wasn’t staring, he was looking at me and I looked at him and we locked our eyes and just smiled. In such a crowded place, with smoke in the air and almost no light, I could tell his eyes were of hazel colour with long eyelashes. I have never seen such compelling eyes ever before. And in that moment I knew, this wasn’t going to be some random guy who doesn’t know how to talk.
 He came over, and we head banged crazily and danced like total monkeys and not at all in any impressive manner (I’m trained in contemporary and Bollywood) so you know I went full on Punjabi, and danced my heart out. It was amazing. I cannot emphasise on how happy that made me. Just simply amazing. The gig got over, and we came out of that place and walked in the streets of south Delhi at 1 in the morning with a little cold breeze. And talked. And laughed. We talked about how much I love Green day, and that there was a phase when I absolutely adored Taylor Swift and Avril Lavigne, and their heartbreaking songs. He told me he loved tame impala and indie rock. We discussed theories of game of thrones, he gave me a few spoilers and of course I cursed him and ran after him to beat him up. Running in the streets at 2 in the morning behind the guy I became utterly fond of in just a matter of two hours. It seemed very unlikely of me, knowing the guys I’ve dated or the guys I’ve turned down. It seemed unlikely of my character, to how spontaneous I was. You see, there was something about him. It was not about the black shirt with white buttons that he wore that night, or his long curly hair, or his etiquettes with the female company. All the girls reading this will understand this maybe. You see, we somehow get a hinge about the intentions of other person. We may not be able to exactly pinpoint what is wrong with their intentions or with their character, but we can definitely sense when something is not right. We sense it, it’s a superpower. 
There was just something different about him, the way he smiled, the way his big nose crinkled when he laughed, he even gave out little snorts whenever he laughed, the way he walked right next to me, as if protecting from the unseen danger. He did not try take advantage of me. Even when we were dancing he did not try to feel me up, or put his hands on my waist. Someone thought of me as a person. He told me about his childhood, about how his elder brother told him to ride his bicycle. And how he got his first fracture that he actually wanted, just to experience what it was like to have a broken leg. I told him how I got my permanent tooth broken and why I won’t get it fixed. He laughed so hard at that story and then looked at me with such dreamy eyes, as if he wanted to say something. I would never forget those hypnotising eyes. He told me about his first ever girlfriend that he had back in 8^Th class. And how he understood the 4 day relationship to be love, and how he cried like a baby when she broke up with him. I laughed so hard at the teensy details. Most importantly, I laughed. The girl who cut her hip long hair, coloured them red in order to change her appearance, to look more beautiful, or at least the look like the idea of it, the girl who failed to recognise herself every morning when she went to the bathroom to brush her crooked, broken little teeth, laughed after what felt like ages. Before I knew it, it was 4:30 in the morning, time paced so fast with him, I had to talk so much to him, I wanted to tell him how charming he is, I wanted to just hold him and tell him how I enjoyed every bit of the night. I wanted to tell him how utterly fond i became of him in 4 hours. I wanted to know how he got that scar just above his eye. We talked so much and there were still things I wanted to know. I wanted to say don’t go, stay. There were so many things to say and do..
 But the sun came up, and the reality set in.
 I’m an insomniac and woke up in the library of my college. And I sighed. With the frailly fingers, I covered up my scars on my wrist with the sweatshirt, collected my things and got prepared to go out, when I bumped into the guy, and we looked at each other. The smell, the eyes, it was something familiar. And before i could make sense of it all, someone called up, " come on, Shikhar, it's time to go!"