hard to forget...
She sat cross legged on the sofa behind the table of the little coffee shop… wearing a brightly coloured shirt and even brighter dupatta over jeans… her hair streaming down the sides of her face…all that was visible was the crimson bindi…and the corners of her eyelids… deeply engrossed in a book… bangles tinkling as she moved each page… her face changing expressions… from a frown to a smile to a laugh in between sips of what appeared to be hot chocolate… against the finger painted purple and blue walls... under the amber and orange coloured lantern… surrounded by old furniture… bright cushions.. beaded curtains…she looked at ease … kind of like she belonged…her eyes looked up at him once… kohl lined… defiant… yet gentle enough to let a story affect them acutely… her book was even more fascinating… she seemed to be writing on post its and sticking them into her book…from the corners of the page, there was a burst of yellow, jumping out of the book…
He smiled cos he knew exactly what she wrote on them… he smiled cos you couldn’t help but look at her frown and try to ease that away… he tried to focus on his book…
He felt her look at him and he grew incredibly conscious… the page was now pretty much just rows of punctuated words with no meaning… he peeped out and caught her… smiled loudly…
What? Her eyes asked…
Remember how we got thrown out of Vaidya’s class and you were petrified…
She laughed back… I was not…
Remember how you sang in front of class and then cried…
She looked at him and then looked away… I’d rather forget…
Remember how we sat on the stairs… you on the lower one and me above… and talked about everything in the world…
Smiles
Remember that day in the university grounds and the look on your face when I showed you my tree…
She closed her eyes and could see it…
He looked into his book and thought… I worry that you’ll forget…
She wrote onto one of her post its… i rarely forget…
2 Comments:
I loved the : franjipani-girl..
awesome..
thanks z...
iwas checking out your blog just yesterday... that last piece was so fluid..
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