The Sim-ilar Archive Of Every Double Ganger

Chapter 12

I had to meet Simran.

That was the thought I woke up with.
I had had my three days of subconscious distance.

That’s what I’ve read in a million books. You wait three days before calling someone.

Fine. That was for relationships.

But if it was already in place, why not just use it?

So I sent her an email.

And then I waited.

Waited.

Then waited a while longer.

It was 2.04 am when I started waiting.
And now?

It was 2.06. Yes. I waited long and hard.
God these memes were taking over my head. I don’t want to be funny.

And then, in the morning, she replied.
And all my useless build up? It boiled up and it reached my throat.

And then suddenly. It just went.
Okay so a place was decided. So was time. This is practical and simple.

Good. I would take all the simple I got.
And so when the day came, I went.

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The place she had chosen was very cool. There is this typical trend that is taking this country by it’s collar.

It was all fairy lights and old books.
I liked that. But I didn’t like the fact that I liked it. I never liked it when I liked things that were predictable.

I had done my research well.

I you want some one to like You? You read their books. And you watch their movies. And you listen to their songs.

And I did that.

I did that and got with me a copy of her favourite series.

The thing with Simran was, she read quite a bit.

So instead of choosing something from her series that the entire world already read, I chose the series no body read.

I have realised something about humans from my passive online approach. I silently look and I learn.

If I chose a book that was commonly read, it would not be a big deal. So I chose a book that would suddenly connect us.

The kind that would make her feel that I was different from the generic mass and like her . Someone she could relate to.

I read half the book. Half completed books opened more conversations.

It was a decent book. It was not something I would typically read. I did not do series. But it told me a lot about her. And I wanted to know everything about her.

I think I needed to.

So I went there with my second hand copy of the book and sat on a two person chair.
I know I should have sat on a proper two chair set up, but I couldn’t help it. Curling up on that chair would melt everything.
I opened the book and I tried to lose myself in it.

And then I saw her.

Simran was quite dumb. She was a little bit childish. A bit philosophical. But she was so herself. Like so obliviously herself. I didn’t know whether to admire it or hate it.

But there she was. Looking around sheepishly. And I pretended I hadn’t seen her.

I could see her as clearly as I could see the forced birthmark( long story) on my right hand.

And I acted like I hadn’t.

She came up to me and started the conversation with the book. I knew it. I was right about her.

I know it was small. But to me it’s a victory.
And from that moment onwards it was all natural. I don’t know how but it was as if I always knew her.

We talked about nothing and everything at the same time.

And then it struck me.

I hadn’t thought about what would happen if I got attached to her.