And she smiled…, playing hide and seek with her shawl with perspicuity of her face, bequeathing the fraternity of eyes gleaming an insane quirkiness of the skinny corner meet. The timid lips, a harridan possessed by the spirits of heart doing voodoo on the others. This smile was perhaps a symbol of euphemism of the goons like a penguin flight. It does flaps but in a sense to mock the indigence of its flight.
It’s been days, this new revelation at this hour of her age was creating a new ogling dynasty. The euphoria of moment was kicking the child in her heart defying the father brain. She was standing with feline elegance even though the posture was uncomfortable.
“What it is”, she asks herself for a reclusive answer. She finds herself in space recalling the first time she saw him across the bony buildings on the terrace gazing at her intently. Buildings are they alive? Can they see her inherent adultery which was piercing her tepid skin? She gazes again through the corner if he was still looking at her and yet again to find comfort with the fact that he is.
Building they say they breed lives but how dead they are, She finds herself at peace that they are nothing but container and can’t elude her surreptitious smile knowing the fact that she has been married for last 5 yrs .
”No, this is not wrong, just a mere watchful eyes and am a sinner. No ways”
She walks away from her balcony back to her room which was looking at her in retrospection. Here she came as married girl but it’s so strange how the spark withers. I know he loves me and I too but I miss the days of being felt special. Love is not a ritual to be performed .It also doesn’t mean you understand and I understand sometime. Love also means to make me feel loved, she confides to herself.
She goes back to her best friend, her mirror and intently gazes her own self being iterated through other side of dead walls and light. “Do I still look beautiful” she asks with smile. Trying to search the answers in her own lips as they are going to say “yes you do” The glances of other guy across the building has made her feel euphoric again. She finds peace after a long time.
Mere a glance can do wonders, be it first time being looked across the benches or the last time being bade bye by the loved ones. The glances create hitches. Goosebumps they say is highly contagious to the functional mechanism of the body, they affect all. This new discovery of her, did make her see beauty around.
She was lost in her own paraplegia dream. The sudden cacophonous ring of telephone wakes her up. Irritated she walks to take the call, uttering to herself ” These phones seems to have animosity of some kind”. Anyhow forcing euphony in her voice she asks
“Who is this?”
“Hi care for coming to taste my new invention”
What the crap, annoyed she says somehow “Sure why not”
Conversation really amuses the way it goes. Mind speaks to heart, heart speaks to tongue, and Brain interrupts controlling the signals of tongue. The tongue making a balance act does salsa with teeth to utter the words and flows to reality.
She locks the flat and goes to her neighbor.
Woman! woman! Without a talk, like thirsty ship for a walk.
This time her mind has let her dwell farther while having conversation. Circumlocution is also an art, and she being connoisseur somehow manages to bring the question which has been captive for quite a while
“Who is the guy in the red building, seems he is preparing for some exams, looks to me quite diligent”
“Hmm who? Oh that around the corner one…but?
“How can you say that he studies?”
“Every morning he is there on his rooftop, I guess for studying only”
“But how can he study, the guy … He is blind”
Taken aback with revelation of moment, she tightly held her hand. She looks back at her friend sitting near bit puzzled.
And she smiles…