Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

I never write what I'm supposed to be writing.

A long overdue apology letter to a girl for not calling her, not talking to her, not meeting her and basically ignoring her and acting like an asshole...That's what I'm supposed to be writing right now.

Instead I write this.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

I woke up late today, almost at noon, with a parched up throat and a terrible headache.

The maid had let herself in and out.In between she had cooked something for me in the kitchen...I didn't bother to check what it was.

I wore a freshly pressed parrot green t-shirt and an old pair of faded blue denim jeans, brushed my teeth(I think) and let myself out after washing and drying my face.

I didn't know where I was heading, but I knew that I had to get out of the house and if possible, out of my head.I headed towards the train station which was about ten minutes away, but then realised that today being sunday, the trains would be stopped on harbour line from eleven to four in the evening.

So I retraced my path back, still not undecided on where to go...and I walked towards the bus stop.

Immediately I noticed several things.

One girl with her mother...cute(not the mother, but the daughter)

Two girls-young-perhaps in their teens, with guitars in their hands sitting leisurely, chatting with each other.

The girl and her mother both stare at me for a few seconds as I wait on the other side of the street to cross the road.

The guitar girls both stare at me and whisper and giggle amongst each other for they are sure that I will come to them and talk to them.They are right.I wanted to ask one of them if any buses went to vashi from that stop.

With the mom-daughter combo the strategy is simple-

                                                   Go sweettalk the mom.

                                                    Ignore the daughter.

                                            

                                                    No.

The daughter does not exist.Its just you and the mom.Once you've asked the mom about the bus schedule, then ease into a conversation by talking about the weather, perhaps inflation, perhaps the state of the government or college entrance cutoff marks.

While you talk to the mom, discreetly wink at the daughter and wait for her reaction.

Never openly make eye-contact with the daughter.

If the daughter still seems to want to talk to you- you then coolly ask the mom about her daughter (of course, in the most offhand and disinterested manner as possible), and while the mom is busy talking to you about her daughter, you slip in ur phone number to her and ask to give you a missed call.

As soon as she gives the missed call, you candidly ask the mom her daughter's name and then feed it to your phone and save it, while making some innocuous 

comments on her name(like how her name is similar to that of your sisters).

Its even easier with the guitar girls.Since both of them are in a public place, they will not feel threatened by you.

Rule No.1: Never make a girl physically feel threatened by you.

Since they are already giving you the classic indicators of interest, you should directly go chat with them...not forgetting your original agenda.

Asking about the bus that goes to Vashi.The answer they give is incosequential i.e it doesn't really matter whether they know if any bus goes to vashi or not.

From here it is easy to segue into a variety of topics including their guitars and their status.

Sigh.

They want me to come over and talk to them.

All this I have calculated and though out in under a minute when waiting to cross the road.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

But what do I do?

I walk away.

I remember the splitting headache and the parched throat and I walk away.

A part of me knows too well that I can get the desired results.

Another part of me doesn't want those very results.It asks 'What next?'

Somethings are best left unexlpored and un-ventured.

Status Quo feels safe.

Lets not tangle up our lives shall we.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

I just choose not to answer the call.