Excerpts from my scribble diary, nothing serious though. At times you write to express, some times to hide or forget. This might fall in the latter category.
I was at this conference in Seattle today morning when I first saw her, that too amid an embarrassing moment.Usually, I have a problem of not being able to leave an impression to someone at the first shot, but this time I was pretty sure I made a very bad start. How many times does that happen?
Oh come on, don’t be mean, I know it happens very often. You don’t have to say that.
Well, we kept on meeting that day, here and there. Sometimes a half smile, at times a glance, most of the times nothing. Every time I saw her, I was more attracted to her. Most of the times I'm attracted to a girl at first sight or maybe after knowing them too much, but it’s the first time I’m falling for a girl at sixth sight. Unsurprisingly enough, my heart failed to explain this affair. Slowly, I started becoming nervous every time I saw her. Alike the Urdu word Wehshat, I was so insanely devoted to her that I withdrew to myself completely and stopped thinking about the existence of a world outside. Her mystic eyes became so intense inside me that at one point I could had sailed my boat in them and never returned to the shore thereafter. There was so much of lost love and poems her glances planted in me, that I became lovesick and transcended all boundaries of reason. From the cage of sanity, my mind frenzied out breaking open all the chains of life.
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