She looked out into the road. Deep
and wide potholes were pouring out in rain. It dashed heavily after a long
time. Every face beamed in relief and tranquility with the coolness that brewed
into air. But it felt incomplete to her. She went out in search of some shelter
when people were peering out in the rain. There an old coffee shop stood, just like her, alone, faded and lost. She
chuckled grimly over the fair resemblance and shielding her head with the file
in hand, a failing endeavor to escape from getting drench, she dashed towards
the coffee shop.
Tiny bells over door rang as she
entered in. A few tables were occupied in the hall. A small sitting on the left
corner to counter peered to her. It was spared from the sparse crowd. She sat
there with a sigh, wiping her forehead with the seam of her pale white shirt.
The menu had very few options. She went through and decided to stay with
espresso as nothing can beat wonder of the dark-bitter syrup after the long
strenuous hours at office. Still her table was unattended. She cursed under
breath for the poor hospitality of the place. She winced, her finger tapping on her lips she
looked out for some waiter that would take order.
As she kept exploring the scenario,
her peripheral vision exploded with him. His eyes were already on her, from a
long time, perhaps since she came in. She looked back, out of inhibition
but the pair of eyes didn’t budge. They kept disrobing the mask of decency and
gentry that she pulls up every time she steps out. A pathetic compulsion! She
thinks of it but it was even difficult to categorize as impossible. She can’t
bare herself before all neither she ever dared to do so.
A thick layer of dark fog that she
has to curtain as she is also unaware of many things of her past. A hunted past
that only flashed in glimpse during nightmares. A past that is long
unanswerable by everyone she went into. She is now so fed up that she has
stopped seeking for any access into it. But he.. a stranger whom brain fails to perceive as total
stranger. Who is he? And why it feels as if he
is a threat to the barrier that she holds up around her? Her hand throbbed with
another unanswered question. As the time she kept looking at him while his
black pea like eyes bore sank deep into her, challenging to reach where she hid
her soul. Their abrupt rendezvous was interrupt with paroxysm of innocent
laughter. Some kids crossed the space between them, forming a train, holding
back to back like chain. She flinched in her seat, blushing embarrassedly and
paid for the coffee that wasn’t yet ordered while he surprisingly kept his gaze
steady on her. She cringed now and nervously paying double the amount and left
hurriedly out of the door.
He sat there, looking out
expectantly for her reappearance, for her to gain some audacity and intrigue
about her relation with him or at least his cue towards her. A
secret that he has been forbidden with and she is hidden from, that destroyed
everything that once used to be their present. He waited there again with a
hope fated of premature death that she will come for her past or probably their past, a past that worth
cherish beyond centuries.
I wonder how such mysteriously beautiful stories strike minds.
ReplyDeleteIt must be great to have such a vivid imagination!
Thank you The Purple Assassin...it's nothing before what you write. :)
DeleteI fully agree with 'The Purple Assassin' that it is mysteriously beautiful story.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
Deletevery beautiful imagination.
ReplyDeleteI love the mystery and the aura in this piece ... very beautifully told !!!
ReplyDeleteThank u..:)
Deleteis there a bit of sarcastic truth in it? :P
ReplyDeleteWell! Let it be a secret!
Deleteawesome...
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