PERRINIAL 3!!!

Slowly, the smile faded as she looked on…Time, she was running out of it…Promises stood when time was reckoned, she promised to meet him for lunch…Run, she thought as she dressed up, two minutes into her wardrobe and she picked a white tunic and blue jeans…ironed it with the towel still draped over, increased the fans regulator to speed to 5 or she’s sweat even as she dressed…summers just proved themselves wherever you were…!
She dressed into her most handy night clothes keeping aside the jeans and tunic, well ironed; scared she’d drop food on it and Ran to the kitchen to cook breakfast and an elaborate meal for herself and her dad who would come back in the evening for Dinner. She just danced her way in leaving the rice cooker to take course, while she diced vegetables and made maggi, the only expert dish that came right at any hour of the day! She gobbled magi with ketchup as she played her usual playlist loudly with the system…she just had to have something in the background…after all, she was the heroine in The Movie of life.
After gobbling three spoonfuls hungrily, she waited for the cooker to finish as she paused and just took a slow course, relishing the mouthful, slurping the excess water… plain and yummy, the simple combination of noodles with perfect Indian spiced masala and veggies she otherwise wouldn’t touch…what is this dish? She praised it like those Master critic chefs in television shows…was Time teaching her to relish things??aha…How she could relish this two minute dish if she just paused and well…felt it with time…Time had to stand, wait for her senses to react and draw an opinion…consumed in time yet again, she thought…Time she was taking to analyze it all…The cooker whistled bringing her back to reality…
Time also bought her intuition if she listened to it often, maybe she got timed to do things…she just knew without looking at the clock what the hour would be…the penality of a routine life,the penality of bowing down to time so much, it made you all the more conscious… she washed her bowl and turned off the cooker after it was done, she took some excess curd from the fridge and dropped it in milk and spoke to the vessel…’Im giving you time to becoming curd’…haha…She laughed…Time again…and what more, it took the exact amount of time to turn into curd and soured up minutes after the proper state was reached…and what did recognize it???Her tongue and her senses again could gauge time as it affected various elements…
All done and in place, she checked the clock, 10am, she had three hours before she could meet him, she just breathed the fresh summer morning as she stepped out and walked her way to the auto.she had to buy him something, just to mark the occasion and make it special…just to materialize it and not just leave it to time…she dint like time taking control…not to that extent…she stopped by a Gift shop and looked at keychains, photoframes,diaries, books,softoys and usual stuff…

She knew she’d keep it simple and remarkable..Usually, she’d take time to make, but this time, she just dint have the time…she picked a random keychain that just smiled and said ’the times now’…apt to her thought process…law of attraction, she smiled and got it gift wrapped it as she wiped her sweat with a white cotton hanky…’chalo bhayya’, she said as she popped back into the auto and reached the restaurant on time…she checked her hair and put on gloss before getting down and paying the autoguy…almost one o clock, not too late…and he was already there, table reserved and waiting…
She gave a huge smile and joined him and was full of blabber describing what all she did since morning, the previous night and simultaneously gave him the key chain, opened it for him and grabbed his bike keys and attached it already….while he just looked and listened on…a thin smile around the corner of his mouth…’How am I looking’? she asked, and dint wait for a reply…probably dint wait enough…she answered herself..’I know Im’ cute’ and grinned foolishly…The matured mum guy just looked on like he was the wisest in the room and his words were priced…But it dint matter to her…for her, he was it and even if his silence was becausedhe was dumbstruck, it dint matter…his introvert handsome looks just made her all the more curious of him and she clinged on…
They ate an elaborate lunch with her talking most of the time, and he just giving in inputs and expressions that proved he was listening... …’are you sick of listeningto me’ she asked, the n’th time because she wanted to listen to the answer that made her happy…’I love to listen to you’…he said airily as he took her hand into his…!She froze and looked into his eyes, not another word came for God knows how long…Time numbed her senses..Time…Time…she knew it, she felt it!