Love is Found

It had been a long run and J was tired. He had lost the man a long time ago, but had continued to run because he didn't know what else to do.

Here he was alone, stuck in a strange city with no wallet. The only comfort he had was that his wallet was in the hands of someone he loved and the one he loved was in the same city, probably thinking of him at this very moment. And the two events were no coincidence. This was how it was meant to be.

He might have been a thief, and had given him a broken nose but J didn't hold that against him.
"True love holds no grudges",
J thought to himself as he ran. "Never underestimate the power of true love, for it knows no barriers."
J smiled at the thought. He also knew that love knows no bound of space or time. And he thought of many other clichéd lines about love before he decided that none of them seemed to give him any answers.

His heart still beat for the stranger on the train. But he didn't know what to do about it. He was mildly confused about what he should be doing other than aimlessly running and thinking about love. He had decided to not go to the police because he feared that the law enforcement agencies would fail to understand the situation and plot to separate him from the man in the subway, who he now called Cardi.

Why he had decided to call the man Cardi wasn't really clear to J. It had been the first name that popped in J's head. He had imagined a conversation with the stranger, and in his imaginary conversation, Cardi was the name.

He slowed down and looked at the city skyline. The silhoutte of the tallest buildings in the city. It was beautiful. The rigid gray forms of the buildings and a blue envelope of the sky. It seemed a perfect metaphor for his life. J stopped running.

Cardi was standing somewhere in the same city looking at the skyline and thinking about me. And we will meet. Cardi knows who I am. He has all that he needs to know about me in that wallet.

And as J stood there, pondering about his rigid life and the calm envelope of love that had changed the way he looked at the world, his phone rang. He had forgotten about the phone until this moment.

A rough deep sensual voice asked, 'Hi. Is this Jay?'

It was the voice of an angel. J's heart froze along with his face. He opened his mouth but the words were stuck, the tongue almost paralyzed.

The voice on the phone persisted. "Hello? Anybody there?"

J shook his head. Looked at the skyline, thanked the God he had never believed in and stammered, "Ye.. Ye...Yes. This is is J. ....". And he added,  "And ..and ..I really love your voice."

There was a pause.

"Huh? What? Thanks. Listen. I called to tell you that I found your wallet lying at 13th Street. You can collect it from the 13th Street Police Station if you wish ....."

The End

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