You look so beautiful when you are
lost. You walk on the road, your hands in your pocket. No sight of earphones
distracting you, no smartphone making you "smarter" or mercilessly
popping up notifications. You look so serene in your solidarity. As you walk by
me and I sit by the pavement, I smile. You missed it, of course, because you
were lost. As I sit on this mildly wet pavement enjoying my tea, I imagine what
your thoughts might be.
What is it
that might be troubling you? Are you thinking about the person who broke promise
and did not turn up? I am there for you. Or are you thinking about your
problems at home? Lets solve them together as I am there for you. Are you
worrying about your future? Worrying about your insecurities? If it is so,
don't worry. Share your insecurities with me. I will forever listen to you. I
will always give you hope. Because I am there for you...
Are you worrying about your dreams
and aspirations? Are you worried if you will be able to fulfill them or not?
Don't worry. Because I am there for you. Let's achieve our dreams together. Are
you thinking about the people you left behind? The friends left in the ruins of
your past? Don't worry because one day you will meet them. Your paths will
cross and you will pick up the friendship you left off. And you will be
thankful that they chose to be your friends, chose to be a part of your life.
Because what is life without company? And of course you would be bored till
now. But I say it again. I am there for you.
You suddenly stop. A bike almost
hits you. You look around not giving a damn while the biker throws angry
comments at you. You look behind as I had shrieked "Look Out!", now
escaping my mouth. You look at me, I who had gotten up in a hurry to protect
you. You look at the broken tea glass, spilling all the tea on the road as I
got up to protect you. You look at me. Yet you do not see me. Our eyes meet. I
look down. I gather the shards of the broken tea glass and set it beside me as
I sit down again on the pavement. You look in my direction a moment longer. And
then you turn around. You start walking. I am still looking. You are again lost
in your own mysterious world. The crowd starts blocking my view of you. I keep
looking. You are almost gone...almost out of sight.
And then you look back.
I can't say just how beautiful you
looked at that time. Your hair, previously wound up in a tight bun, looked
almost about to loosen up. You take your hands out of your pockets and brush
off the insolent hair that has escaped the bun and had fallen over your face. You
looked unreal...surreal. A creature not meant for this world. You look at
me. Yes, you finally see me. Your lips almost betray your melancholic mood and
there hovers the promise of a smile. You smile. I smile back. I leave the
shards of glass by the pavement. I start walking.
For
ever and ever... I will be there for you, Miss.
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