THE DAY WE MET

It was raining the day we met. I was waiting for the traffic light to turn green, when I saw her running towards me, barefoot with a smile on her face. She was holding her orange shoes in her right hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. I was holding an umbrella and she asked politely if she could take refuge underneath. “We are going the same way anyhow.” I never speak to strangers, I always tend to mind my own way, but I couldn’t resist the confidence in her appearance. I was stunned and couldn’t even say a word, but smiled back. If you could have seen her, you would have smiled too. “How do you want me to call you?” Nobody has asked me such question before. And I really didn’t like my name. I think it's an old fashioned and I never liked it. Now I had a chance to choose. I started feeling uncomfortable, as she knew more about me than I ever allowed myself to do so. It probably took me a while to make a sound, that is when she poked me, “Let’s run. It’s green.” She took my hand and we cross the street. I wasn’t aware that she is not just taking me across the street, but on a journey I would never forget.