Short stories

Serendipity

Walking around the different sections of fictional books in a library is how I imagined my

whole teenager to be bored between pages. Until that day, the shelf became the place I can remember.

As usual, walking around, that one book caught my attention too close to my eyes but still too far to get a hold of it. I stood on my toes cause my love for its blue colour was intense enough for me to get it. But it was still out of my reach and, then I felt a tall figure standing right beside me grabbing the same book I was eyeing at.

"I got it, here."

His voice is as deep as his brown eyes. And he is tall, taller than me to be exact. Almost every boy I met was taller than me but he looked exactly 6 feet tall or maybe more than 6 feet.

"Thanks"

He handed me the book and grabbed another one of it, he read the title "Reminder of him"

"Whom are you reminding?"

He smiled, thinking he made a funny joke, I don't know if I should be focused on his pretty smile or his weird question, with my long silence, he just laughed.

"I am just kidding," That's what he said looking down,

"Then what about you? Do you want to remember someone?"

He looked at me for a moment.

"You are buying this book too.

Never mind."

Bad idea I thought, He smiled. Why is he smiling often not that I complain but it's just too sweet and friendly. I want to stay. Why?

"I usually like motivational or biographies. This is my first time buying fictional books. This blue color grabbed my attention I thought it would be a nice one." He said looking at the book

"It is surely a nice book."

He looked at me carrying 2 3 books, he pointed at them,

"You seem to know about fictional world."

"I live in this world, basically"

"Then can you give me a little tour of your world?"

He said smilingly. Am I dreaming? I must be. How can this be real?

"Sure," I said, I prayed Ohh!!! I am not blushing Right?

I gave him a little tour around the fiction world, telling him about different genres and how reality works like a dream there and how dreams become the best part of life. He is too focused on listening to everything. He is asking me about books like a curious kid. I wish that day lasted longer, But then I remembered I had to leave.

"I have to go now," looking at my watch and then looking at his face,

"Now?" ......... "Yes, now"

I am looking at him so I can remember his face for as long as I can,

He asked curiously,

"Can I know your name?" He paused, looking at me,

Or maybe not if you don't want to. I just thought it would be great to know the person's name who told me a lot about this dreamy world."

"Or what if? We met once, we can meet twice. And if we do meet. Then we can know each other's names."

"Just like a dreamy world built on destinations and faith."

"Yeah, Exactly like that."

And I left, just like that putting everything on faith and dreams.