Almost too perfect.

Our first handshake.

So it was Dec 13,2015. We quickly rushed from Dimapur on hearing the news of the death of my granny.

Itwas tragic, one Sunday morning we were all getting dressed for devotion. But one phone call was all it took for us to reach Mokokchung(my hometown) within 8hrs.

On reaching, there were people of large number. Some weeping, some preparing food,some more people rushing in.

I went to have a look at granny,i couldn't remember the last time I heard her voice. There she laid, as if sleeping. Her beauty didn't fade even with her death. I couldn't help but break into tears.

I left the room and engaged myself with work to get my mind off it. So I served coffee to the people gathered at grandma's.

As I was serving the coffee, I met someone. It was Ronnie, the lead guitarist of my praise and worship team.

I haven't heard from him since the last time we participated in a singing competition where he got the 3rd position. After which he was nowhere to be seen.

He came for his best friend's brother's wedding. He had brought him along to the funeral.

Ronnie introduced me to Dylan,his buddy.

We shook hands.His hands were so warm and he had a soft pampered hand. As I looked up to get a sight of him. I couldn't help but stare.

Dylan was rather goodlooking,his eyes were dreamy and he had a beard which made him look so manly and handsome. His smile was gave out the innocent of his face. He was not so short. He wore Black which made him look so cool.

He was almost too perfect!