Part IV

          

I woke up early next morning, not out of my own accord though, it was the warm sunlight that gave its way. Not to forget the aroma of the hot Irish coffee and the freshly mown grass. The sight of greenery and daybreak was simply breathtaking. 

         Here in Ireland, I lived in a county at the northern border of Dublin Suburb and I could pompously call it as one of the most handsome places in Ireland, less populated & all the same, a warm and welcoming town! Till past noon I was sheer distracted of all the reasons that made me feel I was here, back home. I was wandering over the empty streets aimlessly and I never realized how far I’d come. I was tired and couldn’t have the muscle to progress an inch. Err! That’s all I could mutter. I was dawdling, and before I could grin more, I realized I was standing just few feet away from Esquires Coffee House!!!
It was the only place where the most soothing country music is played over the fresh creamy coffee, the grouping which couldn't be found elsewhere in the world, except for Ireland!!

          I wanted to go in badly, to revitalize myself, then what was it that was making my steps so heavy? Was it Erik’s call? Was it because I was half alive by just listening to his voice and half guilty for not speaking the way I could have last night. I just couldn’t think of what was that trying to coming out of my heart so badly. I wanted to talk to Erik badly.. 

          I geared towards it with all that was left in me, hoping to call him from the telephone booth. The weather was not so warm by evenings, yet it was pleasing. The impatience of getting back home which I got along myself could help me resist and knock over the glass door of the booth. There was a man inside facing his back towards me, had a nice built, with brown coffee hair and that’s all I could notice within the sight he permitted me, though the color of his hair made me smirk at him, the big-headed me for I had the loveliest black colored hair unlike here in Ireland and before I could make more of comments, he just rushed out. Seemed to be in loads of hurry, didn’t get a chance of noticing his face. I entered the booth, it was a bit traditional one, built years back, could make out from it’s chiseled doors and the roof top which reminded me of ancient culture. Well Ireland was known for its music and art too. I started dialing the number, and was astounded when dad’s voice cracked. Not understanding what to talk (caused it was a mistaken call), I told him my whereabouts and he told me it will take him long to receive me as he was badly caught up with some agent. Moaning I hung up and decided its time to pay a visit to the Esquires, it had been long.

            I stepped in and found so many delighted faces singing to the tunes of the singer who simultaneously played the violin. The entire cafe had a touch of walnut, with beautiful chandeliers and the freshly made cakes and coffee which any of who stepped in could smell, were just icing on the cake! And whilst I was browsing the café and journeying back to childhood, an admirable voice, not unlike the one I heard as I stepped in, but this was the voice I could never want to forget, he was blabbering something on stage saying how beautiful the girl seemed as she walked through, turning around to see who was it, I also forced my way through the couple of tables from the entrance to have a sight of the showman and it all happened in split seconds as the eyes met, he was the most charming Irish man I had ever seen, with kindness and love filled in those eyes taking my heart along and whilst i lost my soul,he,Erik sang,
 

I took a stroll down,

the old long walk,

on the day I-ay I-ay..

I met a little girl and we stopped to talk

On a grand soft day I-ay,

And I ask you friend, what’s a fella to do?

Cause her hair were black and here eyes were blue,

And I knew right then,

I’d been taking a whirl,

Down the Salthill prom,

With a Galway girl,

We were halfway there,

When the rain came down,

On the day I-ay I-ay I-ay

And she took me up to her flat downtown

On a grand soft day I-ay I-ay I-ay

And I ask you friend, what a fella to do?

Cause her hair were black and her eyes were blue,

So I took her hand, and gave it a twirl (and he did that too)

And then I lost my heart to,

the Galway girl- Oh!!!

When I woke up I was all alone,

With a broken heart and a ticket home,

And I ask you now, what would you do?

If her hair was black and her eyes blue?

See I’ve traveled around, I’ve been all over the world,

Boysssss,

I’ve never seen nothing like a Galway girl….

I love you Amanda, I do I do…. 
AND WHAT'S NEXT????????