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This book is locked

Only one person has the key.

hint: how tall are you? (in cm) πŸ“
A short story

Chapter One

the girl who stretched, and the guy who noticed
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i. the hello

It started with stretching.

Three weeks at home, and I only saw you in the last three days. Hardly anyone in that gym stretched, me included. You did. So I thought, okay, this one knows what she's doing.

Then I noticed your form, and everything was on point. Then we kept making eye contact while I was squatting, and I was silently begging you not to look, because the funny faces and the grunting were about to begin.

Then I thought, whatever, it's my last day here. Little did I know I'd end up saying hi.

After the gym, I did. We got talking, and then you asked for my Instagram. (Yes, you asked 😏) I followed, pinged you, and the rest is in this book.

depth: on point
PR loading…
Puja at the gym
coach Puja πŸ’ͺ

ii. kairos

Not just time. The right moment.

You taught me a Greek word on day one. (Yes, I googled it.) Chronos is time passing. Kairos is the right moment arriving.

You changed your gym timing. I switched to evenings. You said "see you on Monday," and I said I was leaving. Little choices, and we both made a few.

"Some encounters happen by chance, but whether they turn into something meaningful depends on what we choose to do with them."β€” Puja, philosopher, essay writer

I blamed kairos once. It's forgiven now.


iii. the unfinished coffee

Our brains hold on to unfinished things.

That same day, I asked you out. You had work, so the answer was: next time. I almost got rejected πŸ˜…

So I did the only logical thing. I planned to come back as soon as possible.

Psychologists call it the Zeigarnik effect. It's why I keep thinking about one coffee we never had.

Meanwhile, you kept sending me coffee. Black, of course.

"coffee sir?"
"coffee sir!!"
still waiting for that one β˜•

iv. wildflowers

She likes every flower. But wildflowers most.

Because they grow effortlessly, untamed. Then one day she picked some off the roadside and sent them to me.

Hand-picked yellow wildflowers
30th October 🌻 marked.

My first flowers. Hand-picked. And a few more from her gallery:

(the lilies didn't grow. Next chapter, there'll be lilies 🀫)


v. the deal

A picture for a picture.

You offered a trade. I'd never played this game. Then you went straight for the face. Strongest card first. Not fair.

deal πŸ‘
"will this count?" βœ…

It counted. Everything counted.


vi. field notes

A field guide to her moods.

Compiled by an amateur anthropologist, for a real one.

Field notebook Β· Observations
The Many Moods of Puja
Habitat: gym, garden, inbox
Mood 01 Β· Unimpressed
Observed when the 4:30 gym alarm rings.
Mood 02 Β· Betrayed
Observed when bombarded with delicious food reels.
Mood 03 Β· Pure joy
Observed upon receiving black coffee.
Mood 04 Β· Confident
"Look, this is called high cheekbones."
Fun fact
At birth, every other baby weighed 3 kg. She weighed 4. My official finding: everyone else was underweight, and she had the correct weight. (She laughed so loudly her brother asked "kya hua tujhe?")
Conclusion: every mood is a good one.
And the cheeks are on a lifetime contract. Best deal they ever signed.
Sandeep 🌻Field researcher · Biggest fan

vii. the little things

Things I noticed, that you didn't know I noticed.

Puja on a hilltop, hair in the wind
layers? never heard of her πŸ’β€β™€οΈ
"since you said you like my hair" πŸ₯Ή
sunflower mode 🌻
and that smile

viii. the footnotes

A small glossary of us.

Swami Sandeepanand πŸ§˜β€β™‚οΈ
Antaryami Baba, Himalayas branch. 60% success rate. Accepts black coffee as offering.
The tornado look πŸŒͺ️
Post-workout hair. Approved.
Baby potato πŸ₯”
What she calls herself. Also, my favourite vegetable.
The morning read
Essays that didn't feel like essays. Read twice, morning and evening.
"Not much of a talker" 🀫
What she says about herself. Then types essays to me without even realising. Evidence: this entire book.
Walking library πŸ“š
Two master's degrees, Anthropology and Psychology, and a PhD in the pipeline. "It's just a degree," she says. Gosh.
Looking at the sky ☁️
What you have to do to look at me. I'll bring a ladder.
Class 10 friends
Three days in, it felt like picking up where we left off years ago.

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end of chapter one

Looks start the story.
Qualities make you stay.

I don't want the idea of you. I want to know the real you: the good days, the tornado days, all of it. One coffee at a time.

Puja smiling
hπŸ™‚ppy, always
β€” Sandeep 🌻