Sunday, April 5, 2009
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Slowly he walked down the hallways. His head ducked down, and his eyes slightly closed. He was walking slowly, to a rhythm of his own. Looking at his own pace movement, his heart forlornly followed the rhythmic sound of his footsteps. Nobody was with him, he was alone. Or perhaps, he prefer to be alone. Perhaps, but nobody knows. He was aware of a parade of shoes moving past him, as though animated with a life of their own. Turning a corner, his foots' movement stopped involuntarily, altogether, as if acted on their own, as in front of them emerged out of nowhere a pair of shoes, just like his, except that it was all in black. He instantly lost count of his footsteps, but took a good look up ahead of him, and he was looking into a pair of deep dark beautiful eyes.
And he met her.
The boy remained standing there, holding her eyes with his, and he saw in her eyes what she must have seen in his. It was a mirrored reflection of a current so strong that it was almost physical. When he looked deeply into apiece of them, he realised there was certain familiarities in them; the same eyes of which he had looked into three years back then; or four? He couldn't make certain of it. He continued to study her, filling himself with her beauty, dreamily lost in thought, whilst precious time passed. It was just a fleeting moment, but for him, the earth had already metamorphosed; there was no winter, and no night; all tragedies, all ennui, vanish- all duties even; nothing fills the preceding eternity but the forms all radiant of her.
Forthwith, a troops of gentle thoughts invest themselves, on every parts of his mind, foraging for the correct, chosen words, to be spoken out. But all his years of meditation do not furnish him with a good thought or happy expression. Not a word slurred through him, instead, he tried an amicable smile but in vain. Then, a warm smile lit up her face. It was an open, friendly smile without guile or affectation. And for an instant, his heart had been warmed...
Outside the mall, it started to drizzle. But the girl had already moved past him. The boy, as if rooted to the spot, watching her from a distance. She has a long black hair, but tied in a beautiful way. She was tall, with a lovely, curved figure. She had an air of lively intelligence and a classical beauty that would have made her seem inaccessible, except for the warmth in her unbelievable eyes. With all the sickness and misery that he had been, having met her was like a breath of April freshness.
Where she comes and where she goes?
He had known little about her, except that she was exceptionally brilliant in her studies. And he was infatuated within the few hours with her in the mall. How miraculously, his lacklustre life began to melt away, replaced by some overpowering exuberance. But overall, it was bitter irony. Because there would be little or no chance at all of which they going to see each other again. But let's face it, he sighed. He made himself think of the brighter side. He couldn't think of a single bloody thing. He knew it only too well. Tomorrow, perhaps? But the tomorrow never comes. Nevermore, perhaps?
As he was gazing up at her, a smile suddenly broke across her face, as though saying goodbye. The boy, smiled back, in return. And he realised that he had not really smiled to anyone since ages. A feeling of somewhat euphoria filled him immensely. He was hoping to see her again...he was hoping...hoping...
As he moved slowly, bitterly, out the shopping mall. He realised that it had stopped raining. On the far horizon the thunderheads had been swept away by the raw wind, and the sky was clearing. In the west, a small ray of light appeared as the sun began to fight its way through, growing brighter and brighter.
It was his best day.
But he had never spoken to her.
And he met her.
The boy remained standing there, holding her eyes with his, and he saw in her eyes what she must have seen in his. It was a mirrored reflection of a current so strong that it was almost physical. When he looked deeply into apiece of them, he realised there was certain familiarities in them; the same eyes of which he had looked into three years back then; or four? He couldn't make certain of it. He continued to study her, filling himself with her beauty, dreamily lost in thought, whilst precious time passed. It was just a fleeting moment, but for him, the earth had already metamorphosed; there was no winter, and no night; all tragedies, all ennui, vanish- all duties even; nothing fills the preceding eternity but the forms all radiant of her.
Forthwith, a troops of gentle thoughts invest themselves, on every parts of his mind, foraging for the correct, chosen words, to be spoken out. But all his years of meditation do not furnish him with a good thought or happy expression. Not a word slurred through him, instead, he tried an amicable smile but in vain. Then, a warm smile lit up her face. It was an open, friendly smile without guile or affectation. And for an instant, his heart had been warmed...
Outside the mall, it started to drizzle. But the girl had already moved past him. The boy, as if rooted to the spot, watching her from a distance. She has a long black hair, but tied in a beautiful way. She was tall, with a lovely, curved figure. She had an air of lively intelligence and a classical beauty that would have made her seem inaccessible, except for the warmth in her unbelievable eyes. With all the sickness and misery that he had been, having met her was like a breath of April freshness.
Where she comes and where she goes?
He had known little about her, except that she was exceptionally brilliant in her studies. And he was infatuated within the few hours with her in the mall. How miraculously, his lacklustre life began to melt away, replaced by some overpowering exuberance. But overall, it was bitter irony. Because there would be little or no chance at all of which they going to see each other again. But let's face it, he sighed. He made himself think of the brighter side. He couldn't think of a single bloody thing. He knew it only too well. Tomorrow, perhaps? But the tomorrow never comes. Nevermore, perhaps?
As he was gazing up at her, a smile suddenly broke across her face, as though saying goodbye. The boy, smiled back, in return. And he realised that he had not really smiled to anyone since ages. A feeling of somewhat euphoria filled him immensely. He was hoping to see her again...he was hoping...hoping...
As he moved slowly, bitterly, out the shopping mall. He realised that it had stopped raining. On the far horizon the thunderheads had been swept away by the raw wind, and the sky was clearing. In the west, a small ray of light appeared as the sun began to fight its way through, growing brighter and brighter.
It was his best day.
But he had never spoken to her.
I still remember my dream. The one and only one. _________________________________________________