She was reading a book and I crossed by, blue jeans and pepe t-shirt clad girl approx seventeen, nose barely spacious to accommodate a single-legged fly, big curious eyes, dimpled, she was lovely, lively, pretty, not so beautiful but attractive, a quality I find in all girls.
‘Girl’s in jeans just turns me on’, and this one in any getup would have turned me on.
I passed by her without getting noticed and noticing and recording everything of her that was shown from this distance even the weird shape of her beautiful earrings,
I just loved the way she was dressed, the way she lifted her head to look at the wall clock, blinked her big eyelashes, and yo, also I noticed, she threw a quick glance in my direction,
gosh, I just liked everything about her.
Summoning my courage, I went to her and though I had thought of introducing myself in old bollywood style, “hi, I’m abhi”. Or in new Hollywood style by coming up with some interesting quotes.
I managed with a ‘may, I sit here please?’ in a meek voice, pointing to a seat next to her. She nodded without even looking.
I composed myself and decided to try again. Hey, that’s inheritance of loss by kiran desai you are reading right?
I loved it, how beautifully the lady has depicted a girl’s romance and then breakup with her tutor. It draws a strange contrast between east and west, privileged and not-so-privileged, Life of immigrants and residents.
And I turned towards her for bagging the best critic award,
her beautiful cat like eyes met mine through her bushy eyelids for the first time.
She smiled, looked at me, at the book, at the clock and then again at me and finally broke into a beautiful laughter. “this is ‘The waves’ by Virginia woolf”.
I was expecting something like some mutterings about guys being desperate, if not that, atleast, nothing less than a cold look. but this, was something most unexpected and made everything so beautifully memorable..
