Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Angel

I said she was beautiful,
some body in the crowd seconded my opinion.
I was amazed by the attention she was recieving.
Even as eloquent as sheakspeare might have groped for right words to dileneate her beauty.Her intoxicating eyes might let any compulsive drunkard off the ground without gulping even a sip.The pattern with which the hair was falling on her face can be compared to a trained musician playing an instrument hitting right chords.Her charm was cause to be enamored.I was spellbound by her smile.The very sight of hers was causing orgasmic delight.unable to withstand the stir of emotions created ,I mustered enough courage to walk accross the room and talk to her.There was stillness in air.Though my body was finite my mind wasn't , I couldnot resist thinking of wildest & craziest about her.She was hardly 100 feet away but overhauling them was never easy.The poignant anxiety of mine was apparent...She is now close enough to me for an amorous embrace.I said " I am ......." breaking all the uncertainity in my mind .Thunder in my voice caught awares of atleast few people.I could discern that she was shocked .She regained her composure & replied gracefully.She put her hand forward as an inviatation to shake it, i acknowledged her with a deft touch.The event of coming in contact with her was resembling a dream.My brain stopped responding , it became insensible ,it can be compared to mere lifeless tissue. The happiness was vivid & clear, though short lived as customary time for shaking hands has ended.I tried to listen as much as she has to say and replied promptly when I was supposed to be.I was acting like a trained englishmen who has mastered etiquette.I started feling comfortable and there was lot of energy flowing between each of us.everything was natural, People who have gathered there might have felt we knew each other for a long time.
I was cursing my luck for not having a glimpse of hers all these years.I had a look at the big clock hanging to the wall.Each swing of pendulum was making me scared & fear of losing this moment of beauty & rejoice was palpable.I have asked her if she would mind giving me her mobile number.I wished she wouldnot reject with contempt.She asked me to note down & I found she was in hurry ..may be the time is over for the party.With utmost care & attention I started pressing the keypad of mobile ..with each numerical getting displayed on the screen I have started sensing the
comfort I had in remembering this number ..Goshhhh I knew this number ,when i hit enter I can see my close buddy's name getting displayed on the screen.I disconnected the call & coulnot believe this ....bewildered and confounded I tried to stand still.I saw my angel luaghing at my innocence .A tall dark handsome man was giving her company none other than my friend.It was their betrothal day-the day when they made promise to marry.I have luaghed off with ease and rendering sincere apologies to my dear friend in my mind & kept going.......SURELY SHE WAS AN ANGEL BUT NOT MINE.

(This blog is reflection of my profound belief towards sensuality & love for short stories)

2 Comments:

Blogger Christopher Trottier said...

Yes, but is she a queen?

6:40 AM  
Blogger Pramod said...

Hey Chris ..Thx for having a peek at this...Yes she is a queen who rules hearts & not minds ( not practically a queen)....hearts can happily take a skip in their beat for a coup d'oeil of hers ...Every tissue of mine wept unremitting....

I ll soon visit ur blog.

7:42 AM  

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