That Girl in Floral Georgette

Life has been very different for him since he has come out of the safe bounds of his home – some ten years ago. He was one of those guys, who had aspirations that were different from his cohort. He wanted to explore and experience things and make a world of his own dreams. 

The journey started with the university as its first resort and then there was no looking back. Cities changed and changed was a part of him. With time and changing places he acquired experiences and developed a different taste for life – partly because of his way of living and partly because of his goals. Things were going their way and he was going with the flow, looking around and enjoying the journey called life. 

Then one day things changed when he first saw her – that girl in a floral georgette. Yes, that is how he first referred to her over a cup of tea with his close buddy. He did not know her name, nor did he know if he would ever see her. He first saw her in a train and from there the journey began. They met and in due course shared their visions. They had few fundamental things in common and had very different outlooks. He was slow, she was fast; he believed, she did not; he wanted to walk and she preferred to run. Still one fine day he asked her out and she agreed, because they had one very important thing in common – the belief that they can be complementing each other well. 

To her, it was strange, and to him, it was a dream come true. They had their own limitations and they both knew it. The subtle truth was – they knew this togetherness is temporary and to put it on a firm pedestal it will take a lot of perspiration from his side and lot of inspiration from her. Even after knowing all these they were on a journey from girl in floral georgette to the lady in silky Scarlet. 

While driving along the west coast with the sun moving along, he simply looked at the vacant seat of his car, smiled and drove on. Some journeys never end...