Finally, I am breaking away from the continuous nagging of my parents about not living my life.
I am taking the step that is next to impossible for me, I am breaking away from the cage of an extrovert. In the coming days, it will be written in golden letters about how an extrovert broke free from the cage and flew heights.
Going to Paris seems cool to some people but to me, it's more like a nightmare. I called up Kate my twin half if you see both of us it's hard to believe we are twins.
Leaving our personalities even our looks differ from each other. I have blue eyes and golden hair they were straight and never gave me any problems, on the other hand, Kate had green eyes and brown curly hair, the only problem I had was that she and I had to comb her hair they were a mess.
So Kate gave all the instructions that were necessary for the trip. I had booked my flight tickets, my hotel room and even booked my return tickets to New York, I had decided that it has to be in an organised way whatever I am gonna do.
Everything was packed even I had made my things organised or you can say that my mom did it for me.
I was ready to make my first trip if this continues nagging drama would not have been up I would not have left my shell my home.
I knew my mother she would not give up on anything, she was a woman of will and would do anything to get what she wanted. My dad had decided to drop me at LaGuardia Airport at 7:00 am. I would be in the flight for 6 hours 50minutes, this was the schedule only till things got worst.
My flight had been cancelled due to some reason and I had to book another flight and this was the worst part 15mins outside my home and I was beginning to fall into problems. I told Justin to book my tickets I would have done that myself but I was losing my composer.
Justin did as he was told he booked my tickets and I had been fortunate enough to get a ticket to Paris again, some passenger had decided to drop their plan lucky me, but the fight had been scheduled for 3hours late.
I decided to reach the airport at 2:30 and completing all the requirements I boarded the plane. I was guided by the air hostess to my seat.
When I reached my seat, I saw a guy sitting beside me. He was handsome well build and had brown deep eyes as if they carried some kind of pain. He was holding a novel named "The Art of Happiness."
I could tell that he was lost in his thoughts, the novel had a picture of a monk who seemed to be happy on the cover of the book. It seemed weird that a person like him was reading such a book or you can say that's not possible.
I have seen many people reading books I have been an addictive reader myself but I knew no amount of novels had made me happy it only made me realise the hollow space I had.
"Love will find its way and there it will be with no explanation and no reason."
All through the fight he seemed distanced, not talking much. Though we did have some small conversation they didn't seem to be enough. I could somehow feel his sadness and it was absorbing me inside it, I felt weirdly attentive to his every word.
I wanted to hold him and comfort him but stranger's don't do this, I wasn't like this. I wanted to whisper in his ear that everything was fine and I was there no matter how long it would take for him to be okay. I wanted to sit beside him not today but forever.
To distract me I decided to watch something but ended up watching anime. There goes my first impression, now he will realise that I am an otaku. Damm it was already hard to talk and this set the ending of him and me.
I didn't realise when I had slept, and the minute I woke up I was in shock. My head was on his shoulder and he didn't seem to mind it or didn't let the feeling of discomfort show on his face.
I said sorry to him, but he seemed fine with it as if it didn't matter much. I guess! It didn't matter to him but I was exploding inside, my heart seemed to ache for him like I already know him. Just when I was thinking deeply, a name just escaped my mouth. He looked at me and asked me how I knew his name. I was blank, it had just come out on its own. I just made up an excuse that I didn't realise it was his name. So he was Daniel.
I could feel his eyes piercing through me as if he was solving some mystery or I was a masterpiece with a hidden message. It didn't feel weird but, it felt good having his eyes on me. It felt like it was just meant to me.
"Even though I have no idea whether you are taken or not... But yet I love the way your eyes wander around would love to graze within them.. "
Just when I was again going to say something stupid. The air hostess came to us, asking if we wanted something. I decided to stick with juice and some sandwiches. My stomach was already butterflies and anything more that I would eat would end up making it worse.
He decided to get a glass of apple juice. Guess he wasn't hungry he just seemed to be lost in his world. Away from the reach of my thoughts and these strange feelings.