Strange Meeting

Well, the title of the blog may be borrowed from one of war poet Wilfred Owen's celebrated works, but I assure you it is nowhere similar to the plot. In fact, this story isn't about war. It is about love. That knows no barriers. Of countries or language. (And this ISN'T inspired from the recent film Kites)

*incidence of a real life*

I met him on my first trip abroad.
I was really excited about the trip in the first place. It was to Star Cruises, on a three day cruise journeying Hong Kong- Sanya in China- Hoang Long bay in Vietnam. Having a cruise journey was exciting in the first place and then being able to have a glimpse of the three destinations, I was super excited and particularly about visiting Vietnam. And it happened there.

We had to take a ferry ride from our ship to reach the shore of Vietnam. He was in the same boat as me. I was casually having a good time with my group, we were singing, clicking pictures, having fun and he was with his folks there. The moment I saw him, we just kept looking at each other. At first, stealing glances and then we came close, interacted with each other. I then realised that we would never be able to speak with each other. He was from North Korea. Those mesmerising tiny eyes, that ruffled hair, the soft skin, he was dream-like. I instantly got attracted to him. We fooled around for some time, taking pictures, making faces at each other. I was so excited, it felt like I fell instantly in love with him.

But as we landed on the shore, he went ahead with his group n I with mine, exchanging just a smile with each other. I hoped against hope to see him again, meet him at the ship again. I saw him a few times after that, we smiled, fooled around for moments but it was too short a time that I could say we spent quality time with each other. That night as I went back in my cabin, I actually kept looking at his pics in my camera before I fell asleep. I was really attracted to him.

The next day was sad. very sad. It was the day of departure. And I was hoping to see him for a last time before we departed. I didn't know if we would ever meet again. I mentally decided I would take his contact details, take the first step when I meet him next. Waiting at the departure area, my eyes kept screening every boy to see if it was him. My group was constantly teasing me that I had indeed had a love story in the ship and I blushed real hard when they said that.

Finally I saw him. But this time, he just smiled and walked away. Didn't wait to talk to me, didn't wait to give me time to say anything. Just walked away with his folks. I was very disappointed but kept the smile on my face and waved him bye. I then got busy chatting with my group diverting my attention, trying hard not to think of him.

Suddenly I heard a pat on my back. I turned around to see it was HIM. I couldn't believe he had turned and come back to see me. And then it happened. He asked me to come closer to him. I did. And then, he gave me a peck on my cheek n said, "I'l miss you." He actually said that as a tear rolled from the corner of my eye. I told him I'l miss him too. And keeping that moment frozen in my memory, we walked ahead. In our own paths. I was so mesmerised in the moment that I forgot to ask him for his contact details.

I briefly saw him at the waiting area outside the ship again. And then I gathered courage to ask for his contact details. So I went up to him, greeted his parents n asked his dad for any contact that I could have of theirs so that I could send them Timmy's pictures. He did.

And since then, I briefly keep emailing them and speaking with Timmy's mother. And you know, my baby has matured from kindergarten to elementary school now. I just got his latest pictures in the mail today. And I'm soooooooooooooooooooo thrilled!!!