I
knew
We
were in the same room
Along
with others
Pretending
to be listening
To
everyone around us
But
our minds were on each other’s presence
Like
the inevitable awareness of a distinct perfume
She
nervously kept fidgeting with her scarf
I
pretended I am engrossed in my phone
Each
moment felt heavier
Our
mutual presence was weighing us down
Finally
After
exhausting all the options
Of
avoiding each other
She
walked up to her friend
Sitting
beside me
And
told her,
“I should be leaving now”
But
why so early?
The
party has just started!
“No dear!”
“I left a story someone sent me
half finished”
“I want to see how it ends”
She
left
Saying
good bye to everyone
Except
me
Leaving
whiffs of her perfume in the room
And
a smile on my face
Later
While
leaving the party alone
I
consoled myself saying
“At least she is in the middle of
my story”
Sir,
ReplyDeleteThis is Farheen from cambridge school, srinivaspuri.
I m not sure if you remember me.
I was just going through my news feed on facebook when i saw the link to your blog.
I read most of the posts and believe me, they fascinate me.
It was hard for me to decide on which one to comment.
I must say you write so well. I wish we had more time in school together. I want to learn a lot from you.
I miss the ' Life Skills' class you used to give.
I salute your art of writing. (y)