The old chimney pushing out black fumes to the sky, roots down to the biscuit colored building I am looking at. That's a hotel and many people go into and come out. Tired faces. Laughing faces. Dreaming faces. Nice watching them.
She is twisting her watch, wiping her face and changing her standing position. I went into the kitchen to get a coffee. Coming back to the window, I see her there unchanged. Is she angry? Then why is she so restless?
I liked watching the mynas hoping on the grass and the red and yellow Rajamalli flowers making the border to the park. The people flowing in between never attracted me. But today I am here watching this girl.
The evening train rushing to the station. A dark line of smoke is made in the air above the rails. It goes up, mixes up with the now pale fumes from the hotel. Meeting. The much awaited, expected end. Above that the flock flies away. Where do they go to? Who would be expecting them?
The girl suddenly moves to a corner. She saw somebody. I saw him walking towards her smiling. He is talking. Only he. She is looking up into the sky. Was she waiting for him? How would that be? Must be boring. Or nice? I have never done that. Or is that what I have been doing? Yes. But for nobody.
They are walking out laughing. Will they come tomorrow? Maybe someone else. I too will wait for somebody, like in my past years.
She was blind. And I was mute - when she was around. She talked wild. I liked it or rather enjoyed it.
I was angry, I laughed like a kid, I went back to my my school days, I became a father, a dog, everything and anything - in her stories - in my imaginations.
When did she come to my life? She was there from the beginning or whenever I wanted I would say. No, whenever she liked.
I never could imagine one day she is going to walk out. Now I see the vast and empty world she covered with her presence. But why did she take my tears along with her?
She has been talking for a long time. Thats usual. I was sitting on the vast river bank as the laziest man on earth. Thats more than usual.
But these two things had never happend together beofore. She never knew about this place. And I didn't know that till now.
"What are you doing there? It's not as shallow as you think".
"Look how many flowers are flowing towards me". Showing me some red flowers, collected from the river she told.
I had seen them flowing away from me. Always. My fault. Accept it.
Running behind these flowers on the river is foolery. They have their own way to go. Lessons.
"Any plans of coming out of your world for sometime?" Before I heard that, she had splashed the water on me.
I smiled. A stupid smile, as usual.
I noticed a small water drop on her shoulder shining in the evening sun. She stoped talking and walked towards me. Leaving my hand impression on the sand, I stood up. Spoiling the impression I made, she raised to her toes. I felt the flowers falling on my feet. Over her shoulders I saw the bemused sky turninig lilac.
"Are you dreaming? Come lets go". I looked at her footprints on the sand walking away.
If I sit next to your chair near our coffee table, looking at the white wall outside, will you...? I know you will not.
I never liked you. You know that more than me.
Did I ever want you to go away? I do not remember. Believe me.
I will not cry. Will not even change my face when you leave. Because I am a man. Men will not cry. They do not have tears. But I am not sure how will I sit in this chair.
