Just a part of my so called "story"....
10 minutes since the break commenced, everyone got into conversation and me being consevative and quite was left out. I could see them all going in the garden, getting mixed up and talking. I was feeling very lonely so, I just turned around and started staring at the moon through a big glass window. I shouldn’t call it a window as the glass plane was actually as big as the whole wall… the French window. I saw a guy… in a light blue shirt, dark blue jeans with a white blend… and an off white stylish belt. He was sitting there alone, on the parchment, watching the moon too and was… and was smoking. I don’t know why but still something in him made me feel he was the first person in this new city… no, actually in my life to whom I felt I could give up everything… yes… everything.
“Hey! He is smart but he is smoking. I don’t think he is your type” Tuli said, laughed and went out. I looked out again and this time he was looking at me. Scared I turned back and asked Tuli to wait for me… as the break time was almost over… I looked back again, to get a last glance, he was still sitting… on the same place, with his right leg folded vertically and left… stretched, head down, with a burning cigarette between the first two fingers of his right hand… a very guy’s kind of watch was hanging around his wrist, he was rubbing his eyebrows with his right thumb while his right elbow was resting on his right knee and the left hand… resting on the ground. I knew I was flattered but the reason was still unknown. He had some thing in him which made me feel something incommunicable. I felt like looking at him and just looking at him.
It was 11p.m. 1 hour past the break ended. 1 hour past I saw him. He was still on my mind and somehow I couldn’t stop my eyes from questing for him. I had one more hour or it had to be the next day. I just wished he was there. 10 years back... yet i remember evrything so clearly... strange... isn't?.
I had a habit of writing diaries. In fact I still do it. ‘How can a girl give up everything to a guy whom she didn’t know in the first one third of life, and willingly leave her parents to live with the same for next two third of her life in a house, in a family whom she met a few days back. How can someone trust someone so much?’ I flipped the pages of my dairy that night... Closed it and lay on my bed in the dark room after the tiring first night of the call centre job... ’There was some kind of pain in his eyes, I want to hear him, I want to share the silence with him, and I want to know him….’ Zzz…
