A pleasant morning as always she gets up early blinks at the morning sky with cuteness of a baby charming the dawn to show itself up a little later, so she could live her dreams for a few more moments. The nature gives in to her innocence and looks at her with a heavy sigh until she is done with creating her lovely world which she hopes it to be a reality some day. It then lets out its love for her through the warmth of its lovely golden rays of light which caresses her slowly and brings her to reality.
She looks at her bedside clock and winks at the sky for loving her so much and quickly gets ready for her workout which she does religiously. The day was a simple one with no great things lined up for her, she never did anything very special but whatever she had planned for her she did it just for her and nobody else. All dressed up and set to make herself feel very good she sets out on a crowded road with people rushing to office in the loneliness of their big cars or on the difficulty of an unsafe bike. Every time she saw a person with a worried look on their face she quickly checked the tag around their neck and thought what will happen to the pretty world which is turning into a machine making factory where just money and survival matters. She chose to ignore these complicated thoughts because she knows it is too big for her small brain which just wants everybody to stay happy.
She too works for a machine making factory but wants to redo her life as soon as possible trying to find solace and happiness for the moment. Walking down the road filled with busy people caught in deep conversations over a lifeless object pressed to their ear she sees a man just like her looking around people for some answers. The man looks into her eyes and she instantly realizes some invisible link has been created. She simply followed the man and with apt attention saw him do things. He settled down at a coffee shop with a book which she figured out was Ayn Rand's Fountain Head. She chuckled to herself with a mysterious laugh thinking 'what in the book interests this man which is full of crazy people doing crazy stuff'. He goes through the book like he has read it already once, just reading his favorite pages. She looks at him for a meaning as to why she was here. She cant help but observe his crisp white shirt and blue jeans, those tender fingers being run through pages, all this while she could hear her heart beat very loud. She was obstinate to figure out why this man was speaking to her with his eyes and ignored the possibility that this might change few things for her forever.
She sat there looking at her watch and cherishing her melted ice cream, deep in thoughts. Her phone rings destructing her thoughts about the white shirt man, looks at the phone and silently gets back to sheepishly looking into his eyes for answers. The phone rings for the second time she ignores it again and gets back to her job, mean time the waiter is puzzled as to why she would not answer her phone when she is all free. She was not free she was swept in by an unknown trance .
Third time it rings she cuts the call this time and shows up a feeling of irritation and looks back at the fountainhead guy. Lets out a big gasp as he is missing from his place and looses speech when she finds him right next to her .
" Hello, Its a very pleasant day isn't it ? How are you doing ?" comes a chivalrous voice .
" Uhm, Im doing good " said a voice deep inside from her. She thanked the voice because she was all numb and looked pale .
" I was thinking if you wanted to borrow my book, I assumed you would want to read it " he said.
" No thank you. I have read it and never want to read it again, those crazy characters kind off disturb me and make no sense to me " She says .
With a huge smirk on his face he says " Will you join me over for a cup off coffee, I would love to know why you think the people in the book are crazy "
Her phone rings again, this time she needs to take it. She was ignoring this call for very long.
" Baby where are you ?" comes a voice .
" I am right here and will be there in a moment " she answers back and hangs up .
Collects her belongings, looks at him for the last time trying to feel the invisible connection, turns on her heel, calls for a taxi and disappears .
She looks at her bedside clock and winks at the sky for loving her so much and quickly gets ready for her workout which she does religiously. The day was a simple one with no great things lined up for her, she never did anything very special but whatever she had planned for her she did it just for her and nobody else. All dressed up and set to make herself feel very good she sets out on a crowded road with people rushing to office in the loneliness of their big cars or on the difficulty of an unsafe bike. Every time she saw a person with a worried look on their face she quickly checked the tag around their neck and thought what will happen to the pretty world which is turning into a machine making factory where just money and survival matters. She chose to ignore these complicated thoughts because she knows it is too big for her small brain which just wants everybody to stay happy.
She too works for a machine making factory but wants to redo her life as soon as possible trying to find solace and happiness for the moment. Walking down the road filled with busy people caught in deep conversations over a lifeless object pressed to their ear she sees a man just like her looking around people for some answers. The man looks into her eyes and she instantly realizes some invisible link has been created. She simply followed the man and with apt attention saw him do things. He settled down at a coffee shop with a book which she figured out was Ayn Rand's Fountain Head. She chuckled to herself with a mysterious laugh thinking 'what in the book interests this man which is full of crazy people doing crazy stuff'. He goes through the book like he has read it already once, just reading his favorite pages. She looks at him for a meaning as to why she was here. She cant help but observe his crisp white shirt and blue jeans, those tender fingers being run through pages, all this while she could hear her heart beat very loud. She was obstinate to figure out why this man was speaking to her with his eyes and ignored the possibility that this might change few things for her forever.
She sat there looking at her watch and cherishing her melted ice cream, deep in thoughts. Her phone rings destructing her thoughts about the white shirt man, looks at the phone and silently gets back to sheepishly looking into his eyes for answers. The phone rings for the second time she ignores it again and gets back to her job, mean time the waiter is puzzled as to why she would not answer her phone when she is all free. She was not free she was swept in by an unknown trance .
Third time it rings she cuts the call this time and shows up a feeling of irritation and looks back at the fountainhead guy. Lets out a big gasp as he is missing from his place and looses speech when she finds him right next to her .
" Hello, Its a very pleasant day isn't it ? How are you doing ?" comes a chivalrous voice .
" Uhm, Im doing good " said a voice deep inside from her. She thanked the voice because she was all numb and looked pale .
" I was thinking if you wanted to borrow my book, I assumed you would want to read it " he said.
" No thank you. I have read it and never want to read it again, those crazy characters kind off disturb me and make no sense to me " She says .
With a huge smirk on his face he says " Will you join me over for a cup off coffee, I would love to know why you think the people in the book are crazy "
Her phone rings again, this time she needs to take it. She was ignoring this call for very long.
" Baby where are you ?" comes a voice .
" I am right here and will be there in a moment " she answers back and hangs up .
Collects her belongings, looks at him for the last time trying to feel the invisible connection, turns on her heel, calls for a taxi and disappears .
Nice way of writing!.
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@ Saumya thanks ! will work on it
ReplyDeleteGood Job ra..liked the writing style.
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