Truth or dare, I asked.
Dare, she said.
Okay so you sure you’ll complete the dare?
What is the dare? , She asked.
Take me on a date.
Oh you are such a..She began.
Whatever it is I’ll take it as a compliment and no if’s and
but’s, I replied.
**
(The next day, she is driving to our date venue and has
asked me to not inquire about anything.)
It will be my style, she said.
I've always loved your style, I said in my mind.
We reached the venue in next 10 minutes.
So this is it, she said.
We stepped out of the car, The sun was setting and the wind
blew her hair to her face which she was flipping again and
again gracefully behind her ears and giving me privilege to
look and admire at almighty's best creation.
A cliff and it is quite lonely here, what is your intention
madam??
You'll know it and I told you it was going to be my way.
Close to nature is better than any crowded coffee shop or
restaurant, she said.
That means you wanted some alone time with me?
No, I mean it’s a dare and I thought I should not complete
the dare just as formality, she said and tried to avoid eye
contact.
I sat on her car bonnet and said,’I have told you, you’re
pretty bad at lying.’
I've got something; I'm hungry what about you?
Swiftly changing the topic as always she pulled out a small
paper bag from her back-seat.
I brought my favorite food for us, she said and also joined
me on the bonnet or our couch for now.
I laughed and said,’ If you were the host you should have
got my favorite dish idiot.’
Don’t you enjoy my favorite dish? , she asked.
Oh, I enjoy everything with you Miss beautiful, I said.
Yeah Mr. Flirt, she said.
I don’t flirt with you I wanted to tell.
She started to tell about how was her day and we were
having her favorite dish with coke.
I was wondering what if she just stays quiet for a while; I
would ask her where this is going?
What if I had asked you to stay quiet for 10 hours in dare?
Like you would have killed me, I can’t go an hour without
speaking, she said.
And I smiled.
We laid comfortably on the bonnet now.
Its cold she said rubbing her hands together I'm missing
coffee, she said.
Should we go back?
No, this place is amazing I can wait for coffee, she said.
Hmm, I said.
She smiled and we fell silent she was looking at the sky and I
was looking her.
What, Look at that cloud what is it? , she asked on noticing
that I was looking at her.
I don’t want to know, I replied.
She looked at me.
Is your humor bank left with no joke, why aren't you saying
anything?
Why are you not talking today?
I don’t know, she said.
Maybe silence is having more things to say, I said.
Is it?
I can’t hear what silence is saying.
Deaf, I said.
Explain, she said.
You want to hear what the silence says ?
Yes, she said.
I moved closer to her.
Took her hands in mine. She was surprised but did not
protest I entwined my fingers with hers.
Moved little more close, I could hear her breath. She was
nervous and more than her I was. I had not planned what I
have to say, I was blank, I only had sense of her hands in
mine.
I gathered all my courage and looked up in her eyes. She
was looking at me.
I smiled and then putting an end to the cyclone of thoughts
in my head I said,
“It says that how cunningly you make me weak and every
time you are around I lose my control.
And today this ambiance and you with your silence just
gave me opportunity and courage to speak that with every
passing second I'm falling for you.
Your kindness, stupidity, over reacting, craziness, innocence
with everything that you think is not good but actually is
best.
You forget it every time all I want to do is hold your hands
for forever and walk by your side reminding you each
second how special you are and how special you will be.”
I couldn't believe I actually said it.
The next moment I saw her looking down and smiling no
actually blushing.
Hey, I said.
I had starting jumping in my head because if a girl blushes it
won’t mean no.
She didn't answer but just hugged me tight.
Am I dreaming?
No, You got it right and truth and dare has been and will
always be my favorite game, was all she said.
And that October sunset witnessed my most memorable
date of life.

A 13 year old girl named Lucy had just hit puberty. It wasn't
that she wasn't aware of the changes she would notice from
now on but yet she hated being on her 'period' for the first
few months in the beginning. Playing football and riding
bicycles had suddenly become difficult during those 5 days.
She never thought she would ever love but everytime she
did, she was only rejected. It was obvious, who would date
a 14 year old flat chested girl? There was nothing more that
she wanted than to look pretty and attractive. As she grew
older, so did her desire to become attractive. In the advent of
computers, she was exposed to porn, google and sex and
the city. She had decided that one day she will become
Samantha (the 'Sex and the city' character who was hot,
attractive and horney all the time)
Lucy didn't care about her size and started to read more
about sex and started watching porn everyday. She had
learned alot. The only fear the then 15 year old had, was
becoming pregnant (every girl's nightmare). She kept herself
from experimenting with men who she didn't trust. It was a
sensible decision (unlike Samantha). She waited, screened
men and started hooking up. With every man, the
experience was different and she learned and opened up to
new possibilities.
At the age of 17, she had achieved her goal. She was another
Samantha (with principles). She never did two guys in a day
or a week. She did strangers but never looked back at them.
She never waited for breakfast and never gave any guy false
hope. She liked beasty men coz gentle ones would make her
fall for them. A friend was never a toy and never a lover. She
had learned how to detach emotion from sex. To such an
extent that she had stopped feeling any emotions.
Her relationships were nothing but a disguise. She was weak
inside, afraid to love or to be loved. Afraid of losing control.
Sex had become the only reason she would sleep next to a
Man. There was no hope for love. Love was painful and
stressful for her. She had constructed a stronger Woman
but a weaker lover. She treated men the way they treat
women- like objects. Becoming so blind that she had started
hurting the gentle guys. She could not limit her extremes and
soon realised that she felt like a robot, a rock, a thing. She
always said ' A woman can do anything a man can do' and
that woman had proved it.
It was true that every guy wanted to make love to her. She
could control men like no other woman could have. While
men enjoyed her company, women questioned her ways-
often calling her a slut. They couldn't figure out how an
average looking woman was able to control men that easily.
But it wasn't her body, it wasn't her face, it was HER. The
person she was, the conviction in her eyes and her mystified
words distinguished her from other women. She was bold,
direct and blunt. Dominating as Hitler and caring as Teresa.
She wasn't a women with ordinary patterns. But she sure
was a woman of her words..
She could make a man do anything. Yes, absolutely
Anything! No woman could be her and she could not be
anyone but SAMANTHA.