A Silent Conversation and a Few Words (First part) Half an hour had been passed out, but still no conversation broke down between the couple. In canteen they were sitting, amid silence, separately on two parallel cemented benches at one arm distance apart, sharing the shade of same umbrella. A three-foot pole was standing in between them over which a red colored cemented slab was pedestaled, acting as a table. A yellow colored pole was erected at the center of table over which an umbrella was mounted. She was studying a book on ‘concrete’ holding it with left hand. Her eyes were running in a zig-zag fashion over a numerical. On the other side, he was watching her forgetting the every element of this world. His eyes were ambling over her petite face. After a while she felt thirsty. Eyes still pinned in the book, her hand groped for the cold-drink can placed on the table. Without any sound, he moved the can toward her groping hand. But after few minutes, the smoke of silence started stifling him. He could not carry any more silence with him as he wanted to converse with her. To detach her from the book, he cleared his throat but she failed to understand the message. He repeated (this time with a slight loudness), but could not break her concentration. Then he leaned toward the table and clinked his cold-drink with his nail. No doubt a heart touching sound emanated from the can but it seemed it didn’t fall in the vicinity of her ears. Without giving up, he tried a new method. This time he tapped the table with his finger. When the tapping failed to gain her attention, he started drumming his fingers on the table. But the drumming went pass by her ears without touching them. It was like she had become a part of concrete. Too much concentration had blocked her sense of listening. To make her felt his presence; he abandoned the idea of knocking nearby stuff and went for a new plan. Now he placed his ankles on the table and buried his face in his hands with a hunch that she might asked about his (fake) sadness. He adopted that posture for half a minute and on being getting no sympathy from her, he peered through his fingers. To his shock, he saw her turning over the next page, with a blank expression. to be continue............
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 05:13:22 +0000
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