I saw him looking at me, he looked new to the place.
Well, he had to be new.Some one like him wouldn’t have escaped my attention. He had a calculatedly cool attitude that set him apart from his cronies, who always never seemed to have a job at hand and perennially lingered around the tea stall at the street corner.
He didn’t belong among his friends who were nothing less than dirty ragamuffins.
He had an air of sophistication and a cloud of mischief hovering about him. But it was evident that he had no family because he wouldn’t other wise hang around those bunch of gypsies.However,he sure had a high intrigue factor and I love intrigue.
It made me turn around and give him another good look.
The Brown hair was worn messily framing his handsome face which gave him a Lion like majesty.I could see a pair of clear eyes gazing back flirtatiously at me. I was trying hard to make out the eye color since I have a thing for light brown eyed people.
Before I could notice any other detail,to my utter embarrassment, his friends also were reciprocating my admiration.I don' mind a bit of admiration. But,they were quite vociferous about their feelings.They howled in acknowledgment of my attention and that set me off on my heels.
I think I had a humongous crush on him …you know…the typical kolly wood story where girl from decent family falls in love with a vagabond.
The next morning, I was looking out for him like a life guard at sea would, from behind my dad’s scooter which was sputtering and spewed carbon monoxide.Yeah I know..time to switch to a nano!
I didn’t see him. I turned and looked around trying to get a 360 degree view despite being mobile (if you call 30 kmph as mobile!) My dad brought the brakes on suddenly at the unexpected appearance of a figure which sent me almost flying above my dad as I was perched like a duck on that scooter, trying to spot my new amour. I grabbed my dads shoulder to steady myself, who was blasting expletives aimed at not only his sudden “crosser” but at this generation at large which was “useless and irresponsible”
And then I saw him...coolly trotting across the road, turning a deaf ear to my dad’s angry snorts but giving me that cool look.
I hate to admit it…. but heck...I was in love!
All days at school were now crammed with day dreaming and notes filled with doodles.
I noticed him every day, and he returned all my glances with equal earnest,
It was how ever disappointing that he never budged from that tea stall. Now he also became a regular there.
And then, when all my hopes of him trying to make the first move were dashed, I saw him lift himself off his post and follow me.
I was over whelmed with excitement. I walked slowly, lest I become too fast.He didn’t know where I live.
No one was at home; it was a good time for introductions.
I left the door open, entering my home. I put down my bag and sat with my legs crossed and hands folded trying to strike a picture of poise while waiting for him. He came in with such confidence that it seemed to me for an instant that he was the rightful owner of my home.He sauntered in and sat himself right opposite me.
He had light brown green eyes. I’ve never seen such a brilliant pair of eyes before.
It was obvious he was waiting for me to make a start.And I was as obliging as ever.
“Err...Hi…how would you like to be with me?”
As my uncertainty slowly disappeared,I continued
" If that question threw you off, let me tell you, that was the first thought that pushed itself into my head when I saw you.
uh..you look like some one who appreciates honesty.." I ended abruptly.
He grinned, letting out a gurgle like sound.
“That’s a yes isn’t it?”I asked happily.
He nodded his head for my benefit, clarifying my doubt.
“But now the problem is ma and pa...they need to like you too.”
He now looked at me thoughtfully and threw me the glance which said
“Duh! You know your folks! Not me”
He did most of his talking with those gleaming marble eyes of his. I didn’t even care to find if he was not dumb,nothing mattered as long as those eyes did all the talking.
Just then the door bell rang shrilly throwing both him and me into a state of frenzy. Him because he has never heard anything as shrill as my doorbell and, I because Dad was home!
I had to hide him, Pa would slay me if he found him home, HIM especially, the mongrel, the vagabond, the sudden “crosser”.
I pushed him beneath the sofa, thinking I would create a diversion so he could escape.
On entering my father remarked “Enna Ammu did you try cooking… the room smells funny”
I made my favorite disgusted–with-your–joke face at him.
Before I could give a smart repartee, the alarm bell went in my head as my dad bent to investigate the source of the funny smell.
I didn’t know if I should cover my eyes or my ears.I was suddenly afflicted with complete multi organ malfunction.
He crouched in the comfort of the darkness and shelter the sofa offered.
But a huge hairy hand went under the sofa and pulled him out from under the sofa.
I shut my eyes tightly preventing myself to be a spectator of any violence.
When I thought I didn’t hear anything for a time nearly as long as ones lifetime, I opened my eyes only to see him being ruffled by my dad.
I stammered in disbeleif...p...aa??!!
"Oh I like him, why didn’t you tell me about him before." dad said affably.
"Yo...u ..u like him…??" This time I stammered in happiness. I always stammer when I am flooded with emotions.
"Yes" He reminds me so much of Mozart!"
Mozart was dad's best friend.I first hugged dad.
And then I approached him…I ruffled his hair then pulled him into a tight hug.
“Beethoven!!!..... I love you!” I exclaimed.
“Woof woof !!” He barked delightedly ,licking my face.
That was approval enough from him for letting us keep him.
Monday, January 14, 2008
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8 comments:
nice work...it was well written, and made me read the whole thing, and though it was a revisitation of an old idea, it was done well enough to keep the person reading till the end.
I do believe, that u went overboard with this line, "the typical kollywood story where girl from decent family falls in love with a vagabond."
It over-emphasizes that its a person ur talking about... while the rest of the story plays it safe, this line was a tiny bit overdone.
good job :D.
im trying hard to suppress the drama queen in me ;)..but it does surface quite a bit.considering the fact that I love being melodramatic! ;)
With you critiquing my "work" i should get around to reducing melodrama to plain drama!:D
BTW..were you able to guess that it was not a person i was talking about?
sweetness :)
Aww..thank you appu! :)
Very well written. Grabbed my attention and compelled me to read on to find out just who the "person" could be! I got a vague hint only from the phrase "coolly trotting across the road" 'cause the use of the word trot is usually associated more with animals than man (as apposed to the word sauntered).
Hey thanks a lot!..yeah..I knew I would be giving it away with that word..but I thought I would technically be wrong if I used any other word.
And more over I assumed my reader would think im just being creative and using an animal word on man,after all man is a social animal too ;)
nice one
well written
good creativity
try to come up with good
script
ur way of story telling is cool...
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