The Perfect Date

“To those who have given up on love: I say, “Trust life a little bit.” ― Maya Angelou

Over the past few years I wandered too deep into the ruthless world filled with disparity and disgust. My experiences with past relationships took my reluctance to even greater heights. I was a strong man but I lacked expressions. Although I had not been a miserable person, I was quite discontented with the theory of relationships where love to me was an overrated phenomenon.

I woke up late and began to ponder on how to spend the remaining day. It was an unexciting holiday and as dull and lazy as it could get. I would always plan things ahead of time before but this time I wasn’t too keen on doing so. After a sumptuous breakfast, I went out of the house to fulfill my ritual – Smoking. With too many things in mind, I began to scroll through the numbers on my phone and found one person I hadn’t spoken to, for weeks. I was reluctant again; should I call her? Should I ask her out?

‘Can we go out for a date today?’ I finally gathered some courage.

I went home and got ready to go for a date after almost a year. Although wearing a tuxedo was my first preference which would off course appear too flashy, I wore formal attire which looked more sophisticated and appealing. I remembered my ex – she loved formal clothes. I deliberately called her late to the venue as I wanted it to be special. A few friends helped me out with the plan for the evening. I wanted it to be as special as it could get. I managed to book a table with candle light dinner at a posh seaside restaurant. Although the arrangement expenses shot out of my budget, I didn’t care. It was my first date after long. One of my friends suggested that I should buy her a gift. I didn’t approve the suggestion at first but I chose to accept it considering the fact that she would remember the date forever.

It was eight in the evening and I was waiting for her at the restaurant. She appeared out of the car in a graceful white dress. I was overwhelmed at the way people began looking at her. She looked like a bride. I held her hand and walked towards the beautifully set table. Looking at her I began to think of all the dates with some worthless women in the past. This one was something different. We had a long conversation over many things throughout the evening. I spoke about the past two years and how strenuous they were. She spoke about her loneliness and what she did to kill time when she had no one around. I was filled with awe and respect with the way she dealt with things.

That conversation made me realize how seriously I had taken life and what it would have meant if I looked beyond my own misery to the silver lining. I learnt, even after years of knowing her I felt as if I had a lot to learn and look forward to. She had a concern that dripped through her eyes in form of an unspoken emotion. It was so genuine and graceful.

I drove her back to home like a gentleman, contented with a beautiful evening spent with the person who had always been a silent guardian and a protector all my life.

‘Thanks for the wonderful evening Son. You remind me of your father. Just take life as it comes’ was all that she said.

A perfect date with the woman who brought me to this world. A perfect date with my mother!