That never was…

Her story…

She started coming a little late to office on purpose, so he could see her walk in unapologetically. Though she’d never missed greeting all her colleagues at work, she couldn’t help stealing a glance at him several times a day to see if he’d reciprocated… and when she felt he did, she’d wear a lost look, focusing on her work or not focusing on anything, just exploring the depths of everything.

She seems to move on

She seems to move on

She had known him for some time, but she felt connected to him as if she knew him ages before, and maybe she did … but she couldn’t recall. She noticed a spark every time their eyes met, there’s a smile at the corner of their lips when they spoke.

She felt good any time she spoke to him, whether casually chatting up on office tea session or discussing an important assignment. His sober look, with touches of melancholy made her more curious.

One day, she caught him writing a poem on love during recess, which he quickly said he wrote simply because it felt romantic. “The starting was the most fun though the last stanza never rhymed to my dismay,” he said wearing a smile, shielding something from her.

When loneliness engulfed her, a quiet conversation with him, interspersed with laughter of old stories, a discussion on old English novels and classic cinema, magically lifted up her spirit.

Of course she knew she was not in love… but the more she thought about him, it surely felt something like that – as if she was in the twilight zone.

And then came the awaited evening, when they were having some wine at a birthday dinner, she got an sms. Strangely, it was him. “I think you look stunning!”

The noisy smiles around her seemed blur for a moment. The mood of the evening and the alcohol must have given him the wings to send her a message, she thought.

Before she could reply, he came forward and asked her if she wanted to have dinner next week.

Her face lit up immediately, she wanted to tell him, she was waiting for this perfect moment. but she tried to conserve that feeling, holding it gently in her palm. She hesitantly nodded and smiled while he sent her something nice on sms again to seal the conversation for the night.

—————-

It was a Tuesday night and it was incessantly raining. They drove down to the poolside bistro that looked almost empty. They both looked a little confused, didn’t know what to speak.

They ordered some food and coffee in awkward silence as the waiter looked at them like he had an opinion.

Once they were chatting, she could feel he looked interested and observant; properly listening as she droned on…

Soon they had many things to talk… the places they’d been to,  of everything that was happening in the world at that moment, all the people eating food, holding hands, cosmos, death, making love and of everyday things… the more they talk, she felt  a deeper and spiritual connection.

They kept sitting on the couch that felt like an improvised stage in the corner of the room. Then he took her hand, for the first time.

Some moments of togetherness was like knowing him for a lifetime!  Her heart was burning in his wrists and palms. His hand was perfectly warm, so magical that it was unbearable. When his eyes met hers, she felt her heartbeat everywhere, even on her toes.

But she slowly closed her eyes…

She asked herself again, what exactly she wanted from life… she’d been curious, she wanted to feel something… but they knew they were not meant for each other…

————–

Never did they seek the story left untold – the tale with an abrupt end.

Seasons passed by… till they rediscovered themselves on social media. It was not the same…

They moved on, their paths were different, and they tried making peace with life, away from each other, but in their own solitary world.

The entr’acte…

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12 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Ginnie Mathur on November 6, 2016 at 6:49 pm

    A very touching story. very apt feelings most of us go through in our lifetime.

    Reply

  2. Posted by Sagar K Banerji on November 6, 2016 at 7:12 pm

    Well worded… you are very observant. you did not leave out minute details. Great one.

    Reply

  3. Posted by Ted Smith on November 6, 2016 at 8:03 pm

    i enjoyed reading your blog. It is very positive. you said ‘her story’. Do you also get to read something called ‘his story’ i want to know what the man feelings are. Thank you.

    Reply

  4. Posted by Jag Mohanta on November 7, 2016 at 6:37 pm

    Beautiful, so flawless as though the entire scene is played like a movie, happening in frontof the eyes. i loveto read many more blogs like this.

    Reply

  5. Posted by Siddharth Sufi on November 8, 2016 at 7:07 am

    There are time in life we think of situations which were needed that time. then we come out of that and move on. we will continue to live and that is the beauty of life. Keep inspiring

    Reply

  6. Posted by Kanika Ray on November 8, 2016 at 1:18 pm

    vivid expressions. The blog makes me feel nostalgic.

    Reply

  7. Posted by Ishan on November 8, 2016 at 3:52 pm

    Ishan here, interesting madam, i love office romance and do you know why? most of them end up scandalously. what is life after all without scandal? if you dont have one you are a screwed up shit, not fit to live.

    Reply

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