NOT A RISK TAKER

"I haven't written for the last two days because there has been a lot of negativity in me. But I have realised that when I don't write, words amass in me, until on a certain fateful day they burst out of me. I should be writing all this in a dairy, but what the hell, tissue paper is all I have got".

Sally was sitting alone in a restaurant. She had ordered the food and was waiting for it to arrive.

She continued to write, " Dad today quipped that it was time I started taking risks. He was mean or anything, but... For too long I have been too afraid. And on days when my fear disappear, momentarily though  I am scared it will return. So it's never really leaves me. Parents n mentors are the only ones who can push us in our growing up years. Maybe that's the reason why their words haunt us more than anything, often piercing through the lies we tell ourselves".

She stopped writing as soon as the waiter brought her a bowl of soup she had ordered. She thanked him and quickly started eating. While enjoying the sweet taste of the corn soup, she looked around her. There was a couple with their kids on 2 tables. 'A complete family' she thought to herself. Then on another table there was an elderly couple celebrating their anniversary, she guessed. She could hear a lot of noise coming from a big table on the left. A group of youngsters.

And then, not far from her she spotted a smartly dressed good looking guy. He was alone. Their eyes met and suddenly Sally became conscious. She differed her look, but soon enough she glanced again in his direction.

No ring on any finger. She was staring at his hand and then looked up again at his face. Their eyes met again and in that instance, he flashed a mischievous smile. She realised he had been eyeing her as well.

Shit! Shit! Shit! What the hell am I doing gazing a stranger like that. What must he be thinking of me? Nope, now I won't look at him.

She had finished the soup when the waiter brought her the sandwich. He gave her a tissue and said, "The gentleman on that table sends his regards".

She looked at the tissue. In a very neat handwriting 'Hi! I am Raghav' was written. She looked at Raghav, who waved at her.

The waiter was waiting for her reply. But all she said was "It's fine".

But when the waiter had left, instead of eating her sandwich, she continuously stared at the note. This is exactly what dad said. I am too afraid. She folded the note and put it in her pocket.

Then she picked her plate and walked towards Raghav. Approaching him, she said, "Hi! I am Sally. Can I join you?".