Okay..so I wrote this for an event, but anywayy..give this a read! Leave in your comments, peeps.^.^
There he was, leaning against the wall. He had offered his seat to a lady (not sure if she could be referred to as one, considering the condescendingly intimidating expressions on her face and the horrifying aura that she was carrying around her), like a true gentleman would. A pair of headphones, resting on his messy hair, kissing the outlines of his ears. A pair of Ray-Ban shades, shining victoriously, sitting at the top his pear shaped nose, a hint of blue eyes peeking in through those translucent brown lenses. And from what I could decipher, his perfectly shaped lips were mumbling something familiar, something I had had an encounter with, something I knew.. I looked at those again. They were moving perfectly, not that there was a code of conduct conventionally set, that had to be followed. I followed the movements of his mouth, trying my best to focus on deciphering whatever it was that they were trying to say to..me, but in vain. My eyes traced the curve of his neck, going all the way down to his broad shoulders. His loose T-shirt was not really accentuating his physique but one could get a glimpse of it from the protruding muscles from his arms, that subtly showed through the sleeves. My eyes followed back to tracing the features of his very beautiful face, his indented cheeks, his square jaw, and those eys, oh, those eyes! “Take those shades off”, I murmured under my breath. And it was almost as if God had blessed me with a midas tongue that he gradually slipped out his hand out of the pocket of the rotten pair of jeans that he was wearing and his thoughts concurred with mine. He unveiled his eyes with his hands and I couldn’t help but gaze at those with an expression on my face that I did not particularly want to show. I caught myself smiling like an idiot, for ‘apparently’ no reason at all. Those eyes, oh, those blue eyes! They moved around to scan the compartment, as if, to look for someone desperately. My heart was pounding. I fixed my hair and reset my position, like a kid would on seeing his teacher who’s supposed to grade him for the day. I felt..stupid, but delusionally happy. This was it. His eyes were following and would soon set their gaze on my face. I breathed, deep in, preparing myself for the moment. And boom! Our eyes met. His thick lashes disrupting the lock that his eyes had with mine, as he blinked. I was unconsciously trying not to do the same. I wanted to have the most of this moment, I didn’t want to miss a single blink of his eye, a single wrinkle on his forehead, a single freckle on his face. He might not be the most beautiful face I had ever seen, but he was sort of..perfect. My eyes locked on his, and it wasn’t until a second or two that I realized that there was a curve forming on his face and I could feeling my heart pounding right out of my chest. It was like a celebration inside my stomach, a party..like a thousand butterflies dancing inside and a single glimpse of this carnival showed on my face with a reciprocating curve. I wanted this. So badly. I wanted to go up to him and tell him how I had fallen for his eyes, his smile and his hair, but fate had planned otherwise. The bliss of two seconds was crushed by a voice saying, “Next station is Rajiv Chowk”. He turned his face in a thousand directions, gathering himself. I wasn’t sure until I saw him picking up his bag from the floor. I was..befuddled. I did not know what to say or do. I could’ve run a thousand miles to stay in this very moment, but reality kicked in. There was a knot in my stomach. I felt a sting. I desperately wanted him to stay. The pain was ascending now. I looked at him turn his back to me, waiting for the doors to open. I waited for one last glance and again, God was probably listening to all of my desires, but fulfilling only some, like a sadistic benefactor. He turned his head back to me and I saw the familiar curve on his face. It hit me like a thousand trucks. The pain was excruciating. I was resisting the pain with all my heart and gut and I succeeded. I think..because it wasn’t the pain that I was feeling now..I felt nothing..as I watched the doors open and witnessed his exit..from my life. I’d never see him..I went numb.
There he was, leaning against the wall. He had offered his seat to a lady (not sure if she could be referred to as one, considering the condescendingly intimidating expressions on her face and the horrifying aura that she was carrying around her), like a true gentleman would. A pair of headphones, resting on his messy hair, kissing the outlines of his ears. A pair of Ray-Ban shades, shining victoriously, sitting at the top his pear shaped nose, a hint of blue eyes peeking in through those translucent brown lenses. And from what I could decipher, his perfectly shaped lips were mumbling something familiar, something I had had an encounter with, something I knew.. I looked at those again. They were moving perfectly, not that there was a code of conduct conventionally set, that had to be followed. I followed the movements of his mouth, trying my best to focus on deciphering whatever it was that they were trying to say to..me, but in vain. My eyes traced the curve of his neck, going all the way down to his broad shoulders. His loose T-shirt was not really accentuating his physique but one could get a glimpse of it from the protruding muscles from his arms, that subtly showed through the sleeves. My eyes followed back to tracing the features of his very beautiful face, his indented cheeks, his square jaw, and those eys, oh, those eyes! “Take those shades off”, I murmured under my breath. And it was almost as if God had blessed me with a midas tongue that he gradually slipped out his hand out of the pocket of the rotten pair of jeans that he was wearing and his thoughts concurred with mine. He unveiled his eyes with his hands and I couldn’t help but gaze at those with an expression on my face that I did not particularly want to show. I caught myself smiling like an idiot, for ‘apparently’ no reason at all. Those eyes, oh, those blue eyes! They moved around to scan the compartment, as if, to look for someone desperately. My heart was pounding. I fixed my hair and reset my position, like a kid would on seeing his teacher who’s supposed to grade him for the day. I felt..stupid, but delusionally happy. This was it. His eyes were following and would soon set their gaze on my face. I breathed, deep in, preparing myself for the moment. And boom! Our eyes met. His thick lashes disrupting the lock that his eyes had with mine, as he blinked. I was unconsciously trying not to do the same. I wanted to have the most of this moment, I didn’t want to miss a single blink of his eye, a single wrinkle on his forehead, a single freckle on his face. He might not be the most beautiful face I had ever seen, but he was sort of..perfect. My eyes locked on his, and it wasn’t until a second or two that I realized that there was a curve forming on his face and I could feeling my heart pounding right out of my chest. It was like a celebration inside my stomach, a party..like a thousand butterflies dancing inside and a single glimpse of this carnival showed on my face with a reciprocating curve. I wanted this. So badly. I wanted to go up to him and tell him how I had fallen for his eyes, his smile and his hair, but fate had planned otherwise. The bliss of two seconds was crushed by a voice saying, “Next station is Rajiv Chowk”. He turned his face in a thousand directions, gathering himself. I wasn’t sure until I saw him picking up his bag from the floor. I was..befuddled. I did not know what to say or do. I could’ve run a thousand miles to stay in this very moment, but reality kicked in. There was a knot in my stomach. I felt a sting. I desperately wanted him to stay. The pain was ascending now. I looked at him turn his back to me, waiting for the doors to open. I waited for one last glance and again, God was probably listening to all of my desires, but fulfilling only some, like a sadistic benefactor. He turned his head back to me and I saw the familiar curve on his face. It hit me like a thousand trucks. The pain was excruciating. I was resisting the pain with all my heart and gut and I succeeded. I think..because it wasn’t the pain that I was feeling now..I felt nothing..as I watched the doors open and witnessed his exit..from my life. I’d never see him..I went numb.
I was looking around like a zombie, seeing things, not
thinking. And it wasn’t until the closing of the doors was disrupted by a
figure that I grew out of my suicidal thoughts. I looked at the figure fighting
his way through the doors and victoriously finding his way in. He was panting.
I could see his face cringing..but it was sort of..beautiful. He kept his bag
on the floor and started to gather himself. I felt the blood rushing through my
veins again as I watched him settle in. There he was now, leaning against the
walls..
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