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When I met a fortune teller

I was at a fair alone and bored. It was a Sunday afternoon and after a horrible week, I could use some distraction in my life. Most people go to the fair with their girlfriends or friends or boyfriends. I had gone alone. As I entered the fair I went searching for a food stall. I found a stall that sold momos, the smell was inviting. I asked for a plate. While I was eating, I saw a girl in the crowd.

She was beautiful. She was wearing a white top with jeans and a colourfull scarf. It was like everyone around her were blobs and I could only see her. Okay, I am being a little dramatic. I saw she was talking to somebody, I couldn’t get a good look. All of a sudden she looked in my direction. So as to not get caught staring at her I turned my head in the opposite direction and pretended to be lost in thought. Which I was, I was lost in thought about her. If she had a boyfriend or if she would even talk to me. I do that a lot, over think things maybe that is the reason I don’t have a girl in my life. I mean I have friends, who are girls but no girlfriends. I decided I should try and talk to this girl, I mean with the week I had even a rejection from her would be a good thing. I took a look back at her and saw she was walking towards the stalls in the west end of the fair. There was a smaller crowd there, it may be easier to strike a conversation with her.

I couldn’t keep up with her and lost her in the crowd. White was a very common colour that day.

“You will meet someone special today. Do you want to know who she is? It’s just Rs 100” a voice said from my right. I looked and saw a masked lady sitting. I looked up at the sign. It read ’ Come and learn about your future’. I don’t want to know my future. Ma’am my present is missed as it is, I replied. She wrote something on a piece of paper. “Open it at the end of the day.” And gave me the paper. I put it in my pocket.

I gave up searching for the girl and went to a coffee stall, they had a place to sit there. I found a place to sit. As I was sitting saw the girl from earlier, she was looking at me and smiling. I looked to see if anyone was there behind me; there was on one responding to the breathtaking smile. When I turned back she was standing in front of me. She asked me my name I managed to stammer out my name. She giggled (my heart raced as if I was running in the Olympics ). She told me her name, it was, crap I can’t remember it. I know it had an ‘N’ in it. We explored the fair together. I enjoyed every moment of it. Time flew.

The next day I woke up in my apartment, alone. I was confused, had I dreamt what had happened in the fair? I made coffee and put my hand in my pockets and found a piece of paper. The piece of paper the fortuneteller gave me. It read.

“Hi, I am the fortuneteller, I really like you. I am the “special someone” you are supposed to meet. I will be seeing you shortly. Also, my number is XXX-XXX-XXXX in case you ever want to call me.”

I was shocked; I thought that was a dream! Or am I still dreaming? I called the number but there was no reply… after a few tries, I finally left a message on her answering machine. I am still waiting for a reply, reply from the “pretty” mysterious fortuneteller.