He was living a routine life. One would say he had everything what a 26 year old desires – decent job, roof on head in expensive city like Mumbai, a girlfriend of four years, parents back in a small town 700kms away from the city. A happy life all in all.
In this digital era the only place where he let himself loose was Twitter. There nobody knew him, he would follow anyone, comment on anything, and post random meaningless things. It was his happy place. Nobody would judge him there. He would even forget what he has liked a few hours ago. Like that phone conversation you had when you were drunk, it didn’t mean anything.
One day he got a message on Twitter, a girl, whose random tweet he’d liked, had dropped a message. Because they had same profession, and were from the same city – or same city as per his Twitter bio. So two things in common, profession, city. Hmm… Not bad… It doesn’t hurt to talk to someone… Might’ve been helpful professionally. And again, who doesn’t reply to pretty girl’s messages?!
And it began… His downfall. First day the conversation started on a higher level, but maybe it was because of the excitement of talking to a stranger with something in common. As they got to know eachother, it dawned upon him that they had more than those couple of things in common. They had exactly same ambition, same style of living, same choice of poisons, similar weaknesses, same kinks, same highs and same lows.
It was scary, like someone had hacked into his life, and was deliberately trying to match with his likes and dislikes. Is that what people talk about, when they say “it just clicks”. Well, it was fucking clicking non stop then. Real conversations, which do not happen anymore, the urge to get to know the other person. It was all intriguing, the connection was too strong. So strong, that he almost forgot about his girlfriend.
By day four, it was as if they were two sides of the same coin, jigsaw pieces that fit right in. He told his girlfriend about this Twitter girl he’s been talking to, and she was quite cool with it. Not like anything had happened. They hadn’t even met. So technically there was no cheating. “Technically!”
These technicalities were screwing with his head. When they spoke on call, it was like they’ve known each other for ages. The conversation flow was naturally smooth. Like they were meant to talk and discuss anything and everything under the Sun. Not once either had to ask “what else”, neither in first call, nor during any calls that followed thereafter.
Singing was his hobby. The Twitter girl had become the biggest fan of his voice. He sent her few voice clips first. And then she demanded he should sing on call, he complied. It was like a medicinal dose for her essential for her survival. His voice was soothing, he had received well deserved compliments before, but this time he wanted her to listen to him… She did, eyes closed, lost in the peace that came with the tune.
Things weren’t sure about his girlfriend, he didn’t know what to do with weird connection he had stumbled upon. Technicalities were acting like a wall. What if this was just an infatuation? What if there’s no compatibility if they really start dating? What if he looses his current girlfriend for something which might not happen or ever work out? What if they weren’t as compatible in routine life as they were during the conversations? What if the hype of this connection didn’t match up in real life?
He did what any other guy in this situation would do. Ignore the girl. He stopped replying to her texts and calls. She was single, and after this blast of a connection, almost on the verge of falling in love with him. They needed each other. To achieve that common, overly ambitious dream of theirs. They were a perfect supporting system for each other. But these overwhelming feelings and magnetism came in between.
She asked him for one day, without technicalities. He was tempted to try that out… He was only afraid of what if it doesn’t stop at one day?! And how can he explain it to his girlfriend? He felt guilty, for wanting to talk to Ms. Twitter. One week ago, his life was simple, normal, and happy. He didn’t feel the need to talk to someone he hasn’t even met. He was wondering how he had survived all these years without knowing this girl. Neither of them believed in soulmates.
It was getting difficult with every passing day. His good old “ignore and move on” routine didn’t work. There wasn’t any particular trigger which made it hard, it was just the thought of her, and what it could be like that was intriguing. Usually it takes a day, two maximum to get over any crush. But this in this case, a whole week wasn’t enough. The hormones were raging all time high.
With the overpowering magnetism, they decided to give it one day. They deserved to know what it could have been.
But this wasn’t a fairy tale. This was real life. And life isn’t fair. It doesn’t have happy ending. Happy endings are for the stories that haven’t finished yet! This is a fair tale. Wherein they didn’t really meet. All the questions remain unanswered. He didn’t want to feel like this, he was used to being in control of the situation. Being clueless didn’t suit him well. So he called it off. Knowing someone for ten days wouldn’t matter in the big picture really.
And they lived happily ever after.