The bill was already looking stale & making faces onto him. He obliged it with a hundred rupee note and wished there were a jumboo version of the coffee in the menu, like the subway next door offers. He had another glance at the world moving across the glass, the world which was no more existing for him in those moments.
The eyes met again and the thing was understood...time to leave.
Words had never come in their way. They didn't need words to know they were in love and they didn't need 'em to tell that it will remain intact even though they decided they won't.
Now after 4 years (and 3 months 12 days to be precise) his fate have brought him back to the city lanes, and he had a whim to feel what at the moment was filled in her eyes.
The only time he had in his world was now at the mercy of the bus she had to board on. At that time, he loved the traffic, the roads, the congestion and the brawls which people pick at busy roads and forgot to give others a side.
Her mind was empty. She knew her eyes would burst if she choose to utter those words. The words which were already understood, but she wanted to say 'nyway. She knew she had to hold and pretend till she reach home and find the comfort of her pillow. She looked around, and found a bunch of bestsellers lying in dust but well arranged on the pavement. Her eyes sparkled and glued on the one.
"This is my favourite. You cann't imagine how much it reflects of me & supported me when you were not.... " reaching that point, her words got frozen into a silence.
In that silence, all she could see was his smile while he paid for the book.....then reaching for his pen, scribbled something on it and let it slid in her purse. The smile continued to drip from his mouth and his eyes, while she boarded on the bus and even when her hands betrayed her to say goodbye.
The bus geared up to take her away back to the place she had choosen to live in, 'coz it didn't matter anyway. When she grabbed a seat, she found many eyes staring at her crumbled face with inquisitive & pity looks. She reached for the book in her purse in order to look busy in her world.
That was the first time when she saw the preface....with a 'To & her nick name' in print ......and somewhere down a spattering of ink across 'With love - & his signature'.
The signature resembling with the one in print lying next to author's name.
3 comments:
Love has no language. Sometimes it is conveyed through eyes, sometimes through tears, sometimes through silence, and sometimes when you want things to take time to happen.
hmm...and sometimes even by not making the things happen.
ok
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