Love is...

Life was fun since Megha rejoined her dance classes...  

Tarun, her master was a cool guy who wanted to see everyone happy... even though most of her fellow batch mates were much younger to her, she was accepted by them... they made it a point to include her in everything...Chetan was the shy guy of the class… He smiled at her sometimes, but both stopped at that... neither of them attempted even to small talk... it was so obvious to others except them that they liked each other...

It was a Saturday and Tarun wanted everyone to have fun... he paired everyone to do Salsa dumping his regular routine... When he came to Megha, he smiled mischievously and shouted “Chetan, Lead Megha...."

Both of them were flustered... Megha was lost for words and Chetan was asking again & again "Can't i take Aayusi instead??"

The music was flowing and Megha was shivering when Chetan asked for her hand... Her nervousness made him strong and he said "Just look into my eyes and follow me... be cool, it will be alright..." To her, it was the difficult part, looking into his eyes... she squirmed when he held her waist and twirled her all around him... she just couldn’t manage when he insisted her to place her hands over his shoulders and let them rest on his elbows... She was so embarrassed that she, a trained dancer, couldn't execute a single step... Her Grace and composure just flew out of the window...  It was all apologies and funny smiles that passed btw them... 

They started to look forward to Saturdays, even though they hardly met eye to eye on other days... the clumsy pair of the class was perfecting themselves and Tarun made sure they were not disturbed by others... he loved this couple...  They hardly talked... they were contended with the smiles and holdings... long looks and sly smiles were their only communication... 

It was a Sunday, their off day when her vehicle stalled suddenly… there wasnt a soul nearby but u can’t expect anyone at 11 in the night… Megha had no clue how to repair a stalled vehicle and was getting miffed with time... Just as fate would choose, Chetan crossed her...

"Hey... What happened?"
"Erm... Hey... no idea… it stalled suddenly..."

Chetan sheepishly, "I have no clue about your model... Lemme walk you till your place..."

They walked in silence till her place.... she was cussing all way in her mind not to touch this vehicle again... he was distant all thru the walk...

"Ok... Thanks… bye for the company, Chetan..."
"Mmmmm... Megha... Do u like Devil’s Own or Kaapi Nirvana", Chetan grinned widely..

Several coffees and dinners later he proposed and she accepted...

Twelve years since their first dance.. they still Salsa every Saturday and true to that nite she never touched that vehicle again... 

He never let her....