Life's Like This (based on true stories) :: Mother @ CCD

“Wow! You have shaved and are dressed up! Who you meeting?” This is my mother asking me just before I sat in the car. I laughed said, “No one” and drove off.  The truth was that I was meeting a friend of friend and as you would have guessed it was a girl. Anyways she was very high on my prospective list of future girlfriends. As you would have noticed I used ‘was’. Well read on...

So I parked my car. Set my hair, again, sprinkled some more perfume and stepped out brimming with confidence. Suddenly the weather felt awesome. The clouds parted and a light breeze started blowing. In front of me was the rendezvous point: Cafe Coffee Day (CCD), Paschim Vihar.

As I walked towards it, I heard my name being called. I pushed myself out of my revelry and turned at the second screaming of it. There she was! Clad in a black tee and blue jeans. She was looking cute. Ok sorry. It’s a true story. She was looking smoking HOT! The second thought was (as I am so observant) that she had lost weight and the third more important one, she remembered me!

We had met once two years back and had been keeping in touch online. But she recognized me! I was on top of the world. Well for a few moments...

We entered CCD and almost everyone present looked up. Well it’s a small place. I had just finished scanning the place, two couples on the left, one on the right and strangely an aunty sitting alone on the sofa smiling at us, when she started moving towards the aunty. I followed, thinking maybe she knew her. Well she definitely did.

She was her mother! Which I got to know when she said, “Hi! Mom”

Let me recap! CCD, prospective girlfriend, looking hot, her mother smiling...

I have been in situations but this was a definite first! My brain turned on its afterburner (for the non-geeks see wiki). Did she tell her mother I was coming? Obviously, but then her mother is present here. Wow! Has she decided to be serious and wants me to meet her mother! Good I shaved. But she hardly knows me and vice versa. Maybe I should greet her mother. What would be appropriate?

And then from nowhere I blurted “Hi!”

I usually say, “Hello aunty” or “Namaste aunty” (depending on the traditional quotient). Well we sat down. Somehow felt awkward. Usually I go to a coffee shop and almost lie down. But here we were, sitting on the same sofa facing her mom. I felt like a couple, after just telling their parents about their candid affair, waiting for a verdict. Why was I feeling guilty? What is happening? Afterburner has its disadvantages! And then it shut down.

She said I am here to meet my daughter as she had to pick some stuff she was carrying! A wave of strange mix of relief and disappointment came over me. After few words she decided to leave and left us in silence. A minute passed and then both of us burst out laughing!

P.S. the ‘was’ (sigh) :: well later on she told me the reality. She already had a boyfriend!

P.S. 2. hope you are intelligent to realize as to why the names have not been revealed. They might still break-up :P