Tuesday, February 8, 2011

What is Love?

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She was sitting just one row ahead of me. I could see her back clearly. She was wearing a purple top. Her hair was neatly tied back, and held by a black clip. She had one hand on the desk and the other clutched her brown leather bag. She was listening attentively to whatever the professor was saying. And I was watching attentively to whatever she was doing. I had eyes only for her and nothing else. Somewhere I could hear the voice of a koyel, and vividly the sound made by fluttering leaves as the wind blew by. But it was all distant. There were 20 other students inside the classroom, but I pretended as if they did not exist.

She was wearing a golden bracelet on her right hand, and had a silver watch on the left. Sometimes when she turned, I could catch glimpses of her face. It was pure natural beauty, with minimal make-up, just the sort of features I preferred. She was wearing short diamond ear-rings, with a subtle hole carved in them. The radiance of the ear-rings enhanced the brightness of her looks. Her looks displayed confidence, intelligence, and maturity. She had a spark in her, a glow which I could feel but could not describe. I had talked with her yesterday for the first time. At first I was hesitant, but I soon discovered that she was amiable and honest. She asked me about me background, my interests, my career plans. I inquired about hers. She smiled. I looked, but could not speak. My tongue would not move.

Today, she had wished me Good Morning as she entered the classroom. I mumbled something in reciprocation, but I could feel my face turning red. I lowered my gaze, unable to do anything more. 1 hour had passed since that moment. Yet I could not take my eyes off her. She removed her hair-clip, tied the hair back again[though it was quite un-necessary] and put the clip back on. I followed every hand movement of hers. Her eyes illustrated curiosity, interest, passion. But they also hinted at loneliness. Her hair basked under the sunlight, reflecting it straight at my eyes, forcing me to blink. I felt as if she needed company. Maybe the guy sitting next to her felt the same, as he touched her arm and made a funny comment[I am guessing it was funny, even though I could not hear it, as she started laughing after hearing it]. I felt a sudden twinge of jealousy. But for what? I didn’t even know her well enough.

It was evening. All the classes had ended. She was walking towards the exit. This was it. Do or die. I almost ran in order to keep up with her. I hope she did not notice that I was almost out of breath. She smiled again, and I started examining her face once more. Was I being rude? I did not know. ‘Well then, bye. Will catch up with you again later,’ she said and smiled at me.

‘I do not know if we will ever meet again but yes all the best for the future.’
She stared, apparently a bit surprised at my sudden comment. I turned and started walking. I did not look back.

I was in love.





Note: The above short story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely co-incidental and entirely un-intentional.

11 comments:

Motifs said...

Satwinder..its so pure.. genuine...straight from your heart...this now shows the softer side of you..the romantic heart you have...keep it going...A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
John Keats

Satwinder Singh said...

@Motifs: Thank you for your kind comments, but I still have lots to learn. :) I still do not love anyone as of now, but I hope I can and will in future. :)

Neha said...

Nice ... But i don't believe that it's a work of fiction .. ;) Even fiction needs inspiration ..

Jorie Pacli said...

I love this! Really! I write in this manner sometimes on my blog though it's a travel blog... Keep up what you're doing because you're doing great!:)

Satwinder Singh said...

@Neha: Yeah, I did get some inspiration.. ;)

@Jorie: Thank you for visiting my blog and for your comment. Your travel blog is indeed superb and I shall make sure that I follow every post of yours from now on. :)

sulekkha said...

A nice and innocent love story, I could picture the girl and her beautiful hair and had to blink when the author did. You didn't tell us about her beauty but showed it to us..great piece of writing.

Satwinder Singh said...

@Sulekha: Thank you for your comment maam. I did visualize the situation before writing it down. :)

SOULBLOGGER said...

good one man :)
great to see you writing fiction for a change ;)
and its really well woven in great detail :)

kiran said...

A very good story..i was actually able to see while reading..properly written and keep writing..visit me on http://xploreer.blogspot.com

SUMIT KUMAR said...

Lovely Post, touching... :) I loved it :D

Thє [SτσIc ™] said...

maybe i am too old school , but the ending was too abrupt .. that's not how one ends a conversation with a loved one . a lover yearns to be part of the future and tries for it till his last breath .. so for me the ending wasn't in sync with the rest of the write . the detailing and the description was almost perfect ! it might be because it's a work of fiction :D

keep writing

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