HAPPY ENDING

I had been sitting at the same table for over three hours now. Already five cups of coffee poured down my throat. People near me were starting to notice and were looking at me like I was some sort of alien. Every now and then I would meet few pairs of curious eyes trying to guess my “story”. perhaps it had something to do with the fact that i was the only person sitting there who didn't have the company of  an individual of the same species but opposite gender. Even the waiter looked at me now and somehow I got the feeling as if I had grown two horns, or i had a tail that was lurking out. Finally the waiter asked as I ordered my 6^th cup, “mam are you expecting someone?”

I looked up from the card I was holding and flashed a smile at him, “no. but I assure you I am not a nut case.”

His return smile was apologetic. The piece of paper I had in hand had got me so anxious that I couldn’t sit in my office. I had been expecting it and had been worried that it was late… now that I finally had it, I was restless. The feeling can be compared to admitting to your crush for the first time that u have a crush on him!

Well that was a bad example, considering that I had done the very mistake not so long ago. I had been madly, irrevocably, irresistibly, hopelessly and helplessly in love with Adi for the last 3 years. Finally when I mustered the courage and told him, he had rejected me. I had spent days, weeks and months crying.

Yet here I was. Holding a letter to my happiness. Feeling happy that this time my crush wasn’t some guy. I am doing a job that pays my bills, but never fills my soul. This was what led me to peruse a crazy idea that gave birth to a thought, eventually a dream which is becoming real pretty soon.

I still remember the day when some friends were having dinner at my house and spoke highly of my cooking. Among those compliments, laughter and jokes I got a crazy idea to open a restaurant.

And here I am today, holding an invitation card to my restaurant’s inauguration. The first of its lot. Soon to be distributed. It brought a smile on my face and I thought that, may be a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, may be its me! Picking up the pieces and putting them together to make a better picture out of life.