Those Seven hours.. When I met you, everything on the street, from pebbles to faces was dancing in their own light, their own rhythm. In the verdant shadow of your many a glance- playful with an extreme vehemence of beauty; I on the other hand, flowed like water. Your soft gestures possessed me, as a magnet gifts life to a corpse of decaying iron-dust and the stories, you recounted of some dank yet comforting evenings, through soft unending whispers coiled around my body like a perfect charm. Your small coal-black eyes full of wondering interests made me swirl freely like a breath gone awry. The silence that occupied my life so far, passing like a cloud ultimately seemed full with those lovely moments spent together. I still remember contrary to the vagueness of games that memories play when I’d seen you through the periphery of my lenses- some fallen strands of ebony wet hair and the white salwar suit; casted a perfect embodiment of your innocence that made me ramble incessantly, in fear that you may leave the moment I pause. And then those desolate walks of my life turned into one of the best evenings with you strolling the narrow lanes of Shipra market, sweeping my heart off its moistened hopelessness, having the usual momos and the deliberate small fights over “who will pay?” Your hardest attempt to recollect the name of shops where you would have your favorite ChikuKulfi and my snide abuses when the shopkeeper, every time declined my choice, saying “Strawberry baccho k liyehotehai, then the giggles that followed, suffused your face with the kind of happiness only restless souls could master. And then our plans: where to sit, settling for a god-forsaken stairs with a couple sitting across leaving sweaty anxious drops casting an immediate red alert, as if shooing ourselves away like mad giggling dogs. Strange! Your constant questions…gawd! You know it happened for the first time when someone asked me so many questions. That of course was not surprising but the fact that I answered to every detail like a five year, which you may not know, is quite unlike me. But it’s good. and the last part; your coercing gestures while insisting me for a cup of coffee and something, before I started chasing you, almost to no end. A handshake and those seven hours just passed and we turned to our own way, hoping to spend some more time together in coming days too. It was something different on that day. Beautifully expressed by Sanjeev Ranjan.. -aBBy-
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 13:55:32 +0000
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