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trembling silence

Tonight while walking on the street out of my place for dinner, I saw a guy at a distance standing in the middle of the road. He seemed weird, standing like there, staring at some place. Nodding head at times. Walking and stopping. Looking back. Staring again. Hesitation personified. Gathering faith in his fists.
My brain is like an ajax-less 1990's browser. I have to refresh my conscience to join the dots.I was left confused by his behavior. I tried to ignore it and went ahead and put my earphones on to 'the dangling conversations'.

A little ahead, while crossing him I saw him a little more clearly. Apprehension was written all over him. His eyes were wide open; mouth half open, as if he wanted to say things but words were not yet ready to come out. I followed his gaze to find they were squarely trained on a window in an apartment nearby. The window framed a silhouette of a girl. she was holding the bars on the window, quite dramatic really.

A silent persuasion was afoot. she was largely unmoving, whereas this poor fellow's body language belied a sense of urgency to be at a thousand different places at the same time.

Love.

Comments

AS said…
hii

nice to read ur post :)

ya, love is really complicated
Strider said…
you know what would be nice. a picture of that! I can see the frame in my mind!
Ajinkya said…
no. that would be rude.
R-A-J said…
A powerful picture well painted in words, n quite short n concise..Good one :) All the Best!!! :)

Here's my story:
http://fu-ck-lo-ve.blogspot.com/2011/02/fire-freeze-moment-of-my-life.html#comments
Deboshree said…
Very.. visual somehow. Appealing! :D
Ajinkya said…
hey swa! :D
thanks :D
AS said…
hii

nice to read ur post :)

ya, love is really complicated

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Ctrl-tab
Ctrl-tab...
Scroll Scroll Scoll..
Alt-tab
Alt-tab...
Catch yourself slipping away.

Deep  breath. 

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Open an offline-real-paper diary. Stop your thighs from lolling impatiently. Stay still. 

Pick up a pen awkwardly. ahh, the fingers are stiff. It will take a  while for them to get used to holding a pen. Quick finger exercise - open the palm, stretch finger outwards, close into a fist, dig the fingers in. Repeat.
Ok now.. about to pick up the pen again, but eyes dart towards the screen. Tempted to check email.

Shut up. The last consequential email came two months ago. Nothing of consequence is online.

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