Soulmate

It was a beautiful, chilly evening when our car stopped at a black gate somewhere in DHA (Defense Housing Authority), an area towards the South of Karachi. I remember wearing a plain white gharara and a long sleeved net shirt with silver bangles that were gifted to me by my grandmother, glinting softly in the moonlight. They came out to greet us, his parents, shaking hands and hugging my parents before letting us in. They led them into their sitting room while I was left alone with him in the dining room. He stood there in front of me, smartly clad in a grey shirt, white coat and grey pants, with black hair slicked back and brown eyes twinkling like stars as they looked at me. We talked but I don't remember what was said. All I can remember is him flashing his pearly white smile at me, making me blush tomato red and that our conversation felt like witty banter because I felt the mental stimulation as I was talking to him in my dream. Then our parents came into the scene and our time alone was up but I still remember feeling giddy at the thought that I'd found my soulmate. Finally. Even though it was just a dream, I'll never forget that man nor our time together. Here's to hoping I'll find him someday.