My eyes never really had to be forced to do this. They automatically found their way. To her. And although I often pretended to look away, and act oblivious to her presence, my eyes darted around for her face, every damn day.
I saw her from the corner of my eye.
She was sitting there, all by herself, licking an ice cream.
She had a bloodshot, painful look in her eyes. And she was looking at ME. Staring, rather.
Carmel feast.
As my friends pranced around me, and played some stupid game with their ice creams, my mind wondered why she sat there alone. Her friends? She had few, but they were gems.
She still continued to stare, as I looked everywhere else except toward her.
Those eyes. I couldn’t look at them. They made me feel guilty. Of something.
I laughed, faking it, lest someone saw through my eyes.
She sighed, and I felt relieved that she hadn’t seen through it.
I still remember.
Oh god. Did I do wrong?
Her weeping face crossed my eyes, and those words rang in my mind.
“If you think that you can take him away, just forget about it!” I had said those.
But I’m not guilty of that.
He was mine. He still is. Yeah.
She, how was I to know whether it was love?
And could it be love?
They were so different.
And they didn’t even know each other.
But that look in her eye. It answered all my questions.
It was anger. It was passion. It was hatred. It was love.
Love for him.
Love with him.
Love for someone, who was mine.
I saw her throw her ice cream and walk away.
My heart skipped a beat, as my ice cream fell from my hand.
Wrong. Right. Wrong. Right.
I turned away, and laughed boisterously. I was glad my friends were around. To hide.
And I tried to lose myself in that noise.
Noise, that kept me miles away from that deadening silence of hers.
Silence, that told me harsh reality.
Silence, that shouted of love.
Love, I couldn’t understand.
Love, I didn’t want to understand.
He was mine.
[Simple funda: If you find resemblances, then they are intended. If you don't, they aren't. And guys, I love writing this series. It's rather close to my heart. Please tell me I can continue!]
6 comments:
Yeah, so, not linking this post to reality, I'll say that I love it. Your closeness with the whole thing can really be seen in this.
You should continue coz you want to write more and I want to read more!
:)
I can't comment here because of obvious reasons..
I am just wondering whether every line of it is true or some part is fiction too.
I think you should continue...
Barring resemblences, its really nice. And you tell it really well...
OMG. I love <3
Brilliant.
Even though it has never happened to me,I can somehow relate to it.
And I know exactly how painful it is for you to see her,and erm child WE HAVE TALKING TO DO HUH! You little kid. Wheasle. :P
The way you've put it,simple,plain,ruthless,its just AMAZING.
You have this wonderful way of writing,I so wish I could steal. *sigh*
and PLEASE continue! I want to read more! :D
Pretty good. The fact that isn't fiction rather nails it y'know. It's fiery. Passionate.
Woman.. :|
Awrite. Finally all people who I wanted comments from, have commented.
I reply, thus.
Aanchal: Thanks darling, for not linking to reality. :)
And, thanks for permission to continue. :)
Aku: Obvious reasons...yeah. It couldnt be called fiction. Or non fiction. I'm just guessing that it could be one of the thoughts of her mind. It couldn't. :)
So. Keep wondering. Like I am. :)
Kika: Thanks. For all. :)
Radhika: Don't kid me! :/
Please! I AM FINE. Really, now.
Ruthless? Wow. Thanks.
Steal? No you can't :P
Thanks!!
Muah!
Vas:I LOVE those adjectives.
Esp. : Passionate.
Thank you...
:)
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