Writing is also a kind of Art, isn’t it? The incident is real but the names are changed for privacy concerns.
Date: 27th December 2015
Somewhere in Sardinia, Italy
Maya: (in her head) I hate parties, I just want this thing to get over.
Ginevra: Maya…? Mayaaaa…?? Ms. Sennnnnnnnnnnn???? Earth to chick?
Maya: I’m sorry I was just… Can we leave now? We have been here for so long.
Ginevra: The party is a lit sweetheart. Enjoy the night, rather than getting irate.
Maya: I hate parties, you know that. I want to go back to my hotel and read.
Ginevra: Maya… Stop being a buzz kill.
In the meanwhile Mr. Matteo Moretti, the good businessman comes and interrupts them
Mr. Moretti: Ladies enjoying the party?
Ginevra: Yes
Maya: The party is good. But I guess we should head back to my hotel now.
Mr. Moretti: C’mon you are our guest. Stay for some more time I request. Seems like Ginevra wants to stay too.
Maya looks at Ginevra who looks back at her with puppy eyes.
Maya: Ok.
Mr. Moretti: Ok ladies, enjoy
Ginevra: Thank you, baby. And DO NOT leave without me.
Ginevra hugs Maya and then disappears inside the party.
Maya was again left alone. She took her vodka and walked towards the balcony which she had spotted a long time back.
The party was filled with socialites, stars, models, businessmen, almost everyone was there. She came to the party only because Ginevra, her longtime friend who was now a well-known model had requested her to.
Maya hated all these. Ginevra was an Italian but Maya was not. If she had not promised Ginevra to accompany her here she would have never come.
Maya stood in the balcony, looking at the sky.
Mr. D: So you don’t like star-studded crowded parties too.
Maya nods her head in approval.
Mr. D: You don’t look from here.
Maya: No I’m not
Mr. D: Where are you from?
Maya: India
As Mr. D was about to say something Ginevra came rushing to the balcony.
Ginevra: Maya, seems you have already met our star writer here.
Maya glances at Mr. D and replies: “Yes, I have.”
Mr. D: Wait, but you are not an Italian, right?
Maya: (in Italian) so what? I understand and speak Italian.
Mr. D: Fascinating
Maya: Ginni, I guess we should leave now.
Ginevra: Fine, I’ll drop you at your hotel.
Mr. D: I did not get your name Ms…
Ginevra: Her name is Miss Mysterious (chuckles)
Mr. D: So, miss mysterious if you don’t mind can we have dinner tomorrow.
Maya: We’ll see.
Mr. D: But you…
Maya: Bye Mr. D.
Maya grabs Ginevra’s hand and leaves.
Maya sat mum while Ginevra drove the car. Ginevra was continuously talking about the people at the party but Maya was not listening to anything. She just could remember the dark black eyes of Mr. D. Suddenly Maya looked at Ginevra and said
Maya: He writes really well, he should translate them in English.
Ginevra looked back at Mia and replied, “Try telling him that. By the way in case you are interested in accepting his offer here’s his card, call him. He is a well-known family friend and he is good.”
Maya: What offer?
Ginevra: Dinner, tomorrow.
Maya: Oh. I don’t think I will go for it.
Ginevra: Maya, you have started your internship as a counselor right? He might need it.
Maya: Italy has many good therapists. So I think I will pass.
Ginevra pulled the break and said, “Your hotel has come sweety. See you tomorrow.”
Maya hugged Ginni and left.
That night, after she freshened up she took out Mr. D’s latest book which she was reading and continued reading it, and dozed off while doing so.
Maya woke up very early the next day, she decided to go out for her coffee rather than ordering it in her room, and as it was her last day here she wanted to spend most of her time sitting near the sea.
Suddenly…………
Mr. D: Miss mysterious, what are you doing here?
Maya: watching the waves crashing against each other. What are you doing here so early in the morning?
Mr. D: I often come here to find peace.
Maya: I guess writers need that a lot.
Mr. D: So when are you going back to India, Miss Mysterious?
Maya: Tomorrow. And by the way, my name is Maya. Miana Sen.
Mr. D: Before you leave let’s at least have lunch Maya?
Maya: No
Mr. D: Am I that bad?
Maya: I find you weird.
Mr. D: Indeed I am. I find you interesting though.
Maya shifts her gaze from Mr. D’s eyes and replies, “Weird. Well about your lunch offer we will surely have lunch but the treat shall be mine.”
Mr. D stares blankly at Maya for some time and then agrees.
Maya and Mr. D went to a nearby restaurant for lunch. It was small but both of them were not good with the crowd. As they sat there chatting, Maya found herself laughing and for the first time she did not feel the usual anxiety she always felt while talking to unknown people. Mr. D had a good persona. Maya had met a fair share of people in her 22-year-old life, had seen way ups and downs in that age but she found him intriguing.
They had lunch and their entire afternoon was well spent. Although Maya knew a lot about Mr. D but Mr. D just knew that she has her father whom she loves more than anything. Maya did not disclose much about herself with Mr. D. And whenever he asked for Maya’s contact details in India she always avoided the topic.
As time passed Maya realized that it was time for her to leave. She bid goodbye to Mr. D and left because the next day Maya had to go back home where her father was waiting for her eagerly.
As she left Mr. D sat over there wondering if he will meet her again because in these 30 years of life after his mother, Maya was the only girl who matched his rhythm. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering if Maya was the one.
If Maya was the one whom he had been searching for. And if truly she is the one maybe someday they will meet again…..
May be Someday…………………………….
