Soulmate Synchronisation


“What’s the difference?” I asked him. “Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?”
“One is a choice, and one is not.”
-Tarryn Fisher


‘…and so they lived happily ever after. THE END.’
Such were the concluding lines of the story, err love story she just read sitting in the lawns by the India Gate.

It was a sunny day with a mild breeze playing with her curly hair. Putting aside the book from her lap on the ground she decided to stretch her legs and relax a bit. With her head tilted backwards, chin up towards the sky, she closed her eyes allowing the breeze to effortlessly sail her hair through the forehead down her shoulders.

‘ I love sunny winter mornings.’ Thought she.

It was 12:30 P.M. Another half an hour to go before she would leave to have lunch. It was one of those Sundays when she went out on a date treating herself with delicacies and trips to serene places.

‘ Love? overrated.’ Wondered she lost in her thoughts.

‘ Well! I guess its fine to go through a love story after 3 years of staying away from them.’ Continued her thoughts. She could not deny her best friend’s book recommendation after all.

Engaged in her thoughts she leaned her back against the tree trunk behind her and looked around at the children playing, couples cuddling and the elderly posing to get their pictures clicked in front of the India Gate.

‘ HaHa!! Look at him. He is my kind.’ She chuckled looking at a guy at a distance lost in his book sitting all by himself under a tree.


‘ Oh! I better get going.’ Her wristwatch flashed 1:00 P.M.

She headed towards the bus stop to wait for the one to Connaught Place. She stood there for a while just when a bus stopped but not the one leading to her destination. As the bus departed she noticed a familiar reflection of a man standing behind her in its glass windows.

“ This book belongs to Adi?” She heard a voice from the back. “ Hey! That’s my name with a mirrored image of ‘b’.” Smiled the man at her as she turned to get hold of her lost possession.

“ Oh! Thanks a lot. I must have left it there in a hurry.” Cried Adi. ‘ That’s funny! His name is my kind too.’

“ No problem ma’am,” replied Abi. “ So you’re fond of such stuff? I mean love stories.”

“ Oh! Not really.” came her prompt reply. “ I feel…love is a bit…”

“ Overrated!?!” came their unanimous response followed by a hearty laugh before they went their respective ways.

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