The flashback
On the terminal 1A of the Airport, I was trying to dip into what my
smart phone had to offer. And I turned around, to find what my sight couldn’t believe.
My retina had captured with its abilities a wonderful snap. Something amazing
for my soul to come to terms with.
The hustle bustle of the airport, the cabbies buzzing through their
cabs. Among them was an array of travelers trying to unload their baggage. People
flew in like a stream full of ambitions, with their faces glowing with hope.
Some of them came in with eagerness to fulfill their dreams abroad and few
others to holiday out in leisure.
From a sky blue colored usual cool cab, appeared a girl with glares.
As she put her left leg out from the rear seat, she came out wearing a Pink
Tee, and Black Jean, she stood out facing the cab’s dark black glasses. As she
got her bags unloaded, I got a glimpse of her. Much the same, beauty never
faded with time, I thought. She looked eternal, timeless, although much time
had passed since then. With time, actually, change did occur. But my crazy
soul, as always, wouldn’t believe.
Among that flow of people she had appeared - from nowhere,
absolutely. I was stunned for quite a few seconds. The vehicular traffic, the
clamor in the atmosphere, and the haste in the air, nothing seemed to disturb
me in those moments of me just looking at her. In fact, those 7 seconds, I was
just gazing at her.
It was seven years since the last meet, and a huge wave of a flashback.
The journey of my love just appeared before my eye in matter of Blitz Krieg -
15 seconds. And, the thunder struck, just as the love once had. A moment so blank,
so silent, and devoid of special effects and the digital background sounds of a
movie. Yet it seemed more exciting as a
romantic thriller. And unlike a movie it was more real, since it was Life.
Following that quick encounter, I lost my sequence of thinking. The
smartest of applications on my smart phone looked silly at that moment. By now even the flavor in my bubble gum had
dried away. Even that seemed worthless for its sole purpose of chewing. I tried to blow it up into a bubble. But I
couldn’t do it the way I always did. Even the simplest of things as blowing a
bubble gum, seemed as rocket science extra ordinary. I tried to check up with my bags, and they
were around and assured me momentarily, to come back to the present moment.
She had pulled her wheeler bag with her right hand by its handle and
another mini bag around her shoulder. In her left hand was her cell phone. She
adjusted her glares from her eyes on to her forehead.
I took myself hurriedly with whatever bags I had, to a comfortable
position to trace her. On the chairs
stationed, I got seated pretending busier than Bill Gates. But, my real
intention lied in just having glimpses of her – in more continuity. I kept
staring at her movements as long as my eye’s reach went. And she walked, she was
just grace personified. She was good to get people’s attention even then. Now,
even she commanded the same strange looks, I felt. She should only belong to
me, I thought.
