This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!
SSo before the night would pass, the party would get over and we would ones again be lost in our own busy world. I took my strong steps to see her and share a word with her. It was like a frozen moment with a fleeting glance, a stolen second and a dazed secret sigh waiting for the butterflies and those damn goose-bumps that were setting us apart. In all hesitation and curiosity, I enthused towards her, without losing my eye contact. Observing me approaching towards her, she looked tensed and conscious.
Same time, I felt a heat like my cheeks was blushing badly.
What the hell was up to that now!
Somehow I could never hide my emotions bottled up for her. I could see that she was on edge, that for a while she looked here and there, and then indecisively changed the place from where she was standing earlier. She went to the bar and took one more drink. I took long breaths and out of the blue with my cold hands softly tapped her shoulder and she turned around. Her long locks’ brushing my face and that sweet scented aura around her was so charismatic.
“Uh,Hi?" I said quite determined tone.
‘Hi!’ she said, obviously confused.
‘umm...How about we go outside to actually talk and we can hear each other.’ I instinctively suggested shamelessly.
‘Hmm!’ to my surprise she hummed in quick agreement, like a feeling of being drawn towards me.
I extended my hand and she took it gently and let her outside.
Where emptiness is the essence enough to light the fire to warm us, lending hand to the silhouette sense, the silence, the gap, the pause, the sinking stillness, the absence was filling every bits and bytes of everything. How so much could settle and yet spread in such a little space inside my soul for so many years, I wondered!
Reaching out in fresh chill air of November, with her was much like a dream. Bit of fog around, not a clear sky to count stars, yet a beautiful blessed night. Who knew few hours ago that I shall meet her and now she is holding my hand. Yet again in a split of second another thought lingered, "was everything I feared about has passed or there was still bits of unexpected to happen?" We sat on the garden chair, quite on the edge of the garden, so that no one could possibly find us.
It’s like kind of sketchy dream on the paper with the think dark charcoal pencil to be shaded in humble colours soon.
It was still such an awe moment that it was unbelievable to see she would come with me in the dark spot with ease, be next to me and talk. I know when one thinks about it nothing seems creepier than this but trust me I wasn’t going to do anything. It was a serene, surprising and a sacred moment of my life.
‘So how are you?’ she finally spoke almost like a soft whisper after few minutes of awkward silence.
And those first few words leaping from her lungs, slowly crawling into my ears like melting melody, it was ‘Good!’ really good!
‘Good!’I said staring into her deep eyes.
‘Where are you working?’ she asked next. ‘I work in Multi-National Company, showing her my visiting card’, I told.
She with a smile saw my card, tried reading it but since it was dark, she gave back the card.
‘Keep it’ I said looking the spark into her eyes.
I knew she would show to give me back yet would want me to ask her to keep it. I wondered for a while, why she always wants me to read and understand the underlines! May be she doesn’t expect but I know her too well, I guess.
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