The Perfect Lunch...

One of those perfect days, which I tend to have few. I woke up at ease, got ready at my own pace… a good start for a Sunday. Left home at noon for lunch at a friend’s place… he was cooking for me. I was planning to take a cake for him but as usual couldn’t find a bakery when I needed one. Anyways, he came to pick me up midway and then we went to his place. A small, nice & clean place… perfect for a bachelor living alone. The regular round of drinks… and then he started cooking… Pasta it was. He started from scratch by making the sauce. It was a nice feeling to see someone, more so a friend, cook a meal just for me. Guess its no big deal, but being the 1st male friend doing so, it was a good feeling. I can’t cook to even save my life and this guy was cooking like a pro. Accepted he has always had a thing for cooking, but still. He says its fun & a good timepass when u have practically nothing else to do but I still don’t have enough patience for it. I helped him out a bit in the kitchen as well… the regular stuff I do in ma’s kitchen. The talks revolved around the same most of the times. Then I became a mere spectator, just silently observing him cook… so absorbed that he had to explicitely tell me to stop doing it. In the process it became pretty evident that he is finicky not just about the food he eats, but also about cooking and doesn’t like a messy kitchen.
Now the 1st serving of Pasta was ready. It was good. The 2nd serving of experimental Pasta was also good. A nice lunch. Ofcourse then came the quintessential cuppa. The perfect lunch.
Time to leave… I don’t wanna but I just have to… 2 other friends are waiting up on me nearby. Said a quick bye and left. And then it all comes back flooding with a single thought… Why does the perfect guy always have to be so damn out of reach…? Why cant he like me in the same way as I used to…? the old and long forgotten feelings resurface in no time at all.
Then I meet the friends who had been waiting for me. And the feelings just escalate. They are real good friends of mine but… though I’ve had a weird history with one of them… and still feel at times that he still isn’t extremely comforatble around me even now when the water has totally passed under the bridge. Once again WHY is all I can ask myself with no answers at all…

The Irony of it all : I’ve always had a strong gut feeling that it would’ve never worked out between me & him. But then I never got the chance to really find it out either...