A Beautiful Meeting

I was excited like a school boy on the prospect of meeting her for the first time. The moment I heard about her and saw her pictures in the newspapers I wanted to meet her and make her acquaintance. Yes, she is quite a celebrity in her own rights. Born in Brazil, she had travelled all the way to India to make Chennai her home. Her beauty and efficiency has evoked admiration and envy from old and young people respectively. I am quite familiar with her kind during my trips abroad...but to be actually meeting her right here in Chennai, is surely a dream come true.

I dressed up in my best and took a wee longer than usual to set that single strand of hair. My wife Leela noticed all of this from the corner of her eye, “where are you going so early?” she asked..I mumbled something, grinned sheepishly and avoided her eye. How could I tell her that I am going to meet the brazilian beauty ...will she approve?

The rendezvous is for 08.01 am sharp...I know that she is punctual, but why 08.01 am, why not just 8 am...may be that is because her European counterparts are known for such punctuality and I was not overly surprised by her penchant for precision timing.. Anyway, I am going to be there by 07.31 am ..Perhaps, if I reach early, I could use that extra time to fantasize about my meeting with her. If things go well in the first meeting, it could become a regular affair...but how will I tell Leela? ....but let me worry about that later.

First things first, I made a mental list of what all I should be doing ...
Selfie with her – check
Another selfie with her – check
Full length photo of her - check
Touch and feel..of course, check, check and....

Oh, it is alerady 8.01 AM and behold there she is..

Beyond my expectations, attired in blue and silver, the Brazilian beauty hissed and glided elegantly on to Platform 1 of Koyambedu Metro Station. Yes, that's her you see on my cover photo today.


And yes,I started that long term affair ...it has been 5 days already, Well, should I tell Leela?

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