Sunday, September 18, 2011

Boxed In Man..


The first time she saw him, he was wearing a brown polo-neck shirt which was hugging his defined proportiante body and the dark blue skinny denims which made him stand out in the crowd. She came outside the building and saw him coming out of his car. His back was facing her, he gently turned around..perhaps he was searching the crowd in search of another person but his gaze struck and locked on to her.. He looks at her and smiles hesitantly, standing quietly and searching for words, words that initiate something special between them.
That very second they both had something in common, they both lacked words to break the silence and felt rushed. When nothing else made sense, they started walking towards each other.
When walking towards him, she was taking small steps, trying not to stumbble. His eyes were glued on to her, ocasionally taking a quick glance at her forhead and hair line but without loosing much time locking his eyes back with hers.
Few steps taken towards him was the longest distance she had come across. Though these few steps had changed something, he got distracted as she was coming nearer, his eyes were no longer locked with hers instead his eyes were once at her cheeks and the next second checking the surroundings. Her eyes followed his eyes, she takes a look at everthing he took a glance of, thinking if someone he knew had entered the scene or that person who is was searching has finally arrived.
Turning their heads from east to west and west to the northeast. After much speculation she knew what was disturbing him. It was the air blowing her hair on her face. His worried eyes were envying the air which was breaking their eye contact. She had to think quick to get back his attention and finally she saw the black elastic band on her wrist, without wasting any time she wore her hair up using that black elastic band and there it was, that smile which proudly showed off the indentations on his cheeks.
His right cheek had a deeper dimple than the left one. Much to her luck, this time his eyes were smiling along with his lips. His big dark shinny eyes had started to make conversation, the kind that she never understood. His eyes were conveying unknown indications. There was something about his eyes which she failed to understand, his eyes were convincing yet provocative.
His lips lacked words but his eyes had much more to suggest. she takes a deep breath and looks up in the sky, she smiles wisely, rising her right eyebrow, suppressing her smile. She points towards the sky. The clouds were gathering and the wind was getting stronger.
She takes the initiative to break the silence and says "I think its about to rain" following by a smile. He answers "Sooo..what do you suggest"..brushing off her top, looking at her flat white sandals then kicking the small stone in front, she replys "You wont have an umbrella would you?". "No" he sighed "I'm not from around here, I was hoping for a sunny day". ¨
She knots her head, turns around and leaves the scene..He stood there..watching her walk towards the building, the very moment he promised himself that this wont just end here, this can't be the ending, I have a long way to go but next time with an umbrella and her on my side.

12 years later...




Inside a cozy 4 bedroom apartment, he sits on his uncomfortable black leather sofa, finishing his pending excel sheets. He steals a sneak peak away from his laptop and looks outside the window. It was Autumn. The reddish leaves scattered at the front yard across the road always made him fall in love with this weather. He puts his laptop next to him and looks across the room. There she was, sitting on the sofa, sipping on chai. She looks at his face and there they were those smiley mysterious eyes, those eyes which said too much but never transformed the conversation into an understandable yet laudable words. She knew all along he was one boxed in man, never saying what she deserve to hear. All this time they shared a toned down white noise.
She smiles with relief and looks outside the window. "It's about to rain" She suggested. He sighed then adds "So I see, oh well I have an umbrella, lets go for a walk".

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