The Tale of The Two...
Her sight was divine. As he stood there transfixed the wind blew all around him. Tugging at his senses threatening to tear him from the pages of this dimension. The world around was all but a fickle in the dynamics of his unstable mind. The disarray in his brain was evident. 'Nervousness' should have been the least of his worries right now. How senseless the world seemed to reel and run, not coming for the subtle nuances of being stuck in a moment. Her bicycle stood tenderly propped beside her gently held. A moment where nothing matters. Moments which led to this moment were equally essential. She stood as innocent as ever. But then appearances were meant to be deceptive.
It was so very easy to talk without apprehensions which such moments brought upon him. To open up to her and at times divulge more than what was meant to be. As she traced her fingers through her hair, subtly being gorgeous tucking them behind, he knew he was done in for once and for ever. She still stood, an image out of a story blissfully unaware of her perpetual beauty and the turmoil that it provoked within him. All this seemed so cheesy when you saw it in the movies. Yet it seemed logical and true enough right now. To open up and talk about chapters hidden within the deep recesses of his memory seemed all but natural with her. Some things were not supposed to be defined and described within the mundane boundaries of words. She was one of them perhaps, beyond the comprehensible realms of moulds and stereotypes. The wind around had increased its random musings, tickling the stray stands that fell loose from her pretty curls. The rustle of leaves was more prominent with all leading to eventide.
And here was it, his moment to buckle up and approach. To walk the few steps that lay between them in a single breath and let it be known. To let it be spoken. But there was the something which had always been there, the damned tinge of nervousness. It was so unjust for her to be the perfect mix of all there was to be... beauty, brains and bliss. She glanced sideways and their eyes met. It was for a fleeting second at best, but was enough. The smiles, hers ever so graceful and his a sheepish grin. And the distance was no longer there. And he heard her say.. " I thought you would never come over.." So began the conversation.. The one which would last their lives... As she bid adieu and made her way, he waited .. Waited for the cliche..... She walked on in a hurry, her bicycle trudging along and you could sense the air of reluctance. She turned around and bid the real adieu he was waiting for with the same smile he would see for the days to end.. and this was how it ended happily ....the tale of the two...
It was so very easy to talk without apprehensions which such moments brought upon him. To open up to her and at times divulge more than what was meant to be. As she traced her fingers through her hair, subtly being gorgeous tucking them behind, he knew he was done in for once and for ever. She still stood, an image out of a story blissfully unaware of her perpetual beauty and the turmoil that it provoked within him. All this seemed so cheesy when you saw it in the movies. Yet it seemed logical and true enough right now. To open up and talk about chapters hidden within the deep recesses of his memory seemed all but natural with her. Some things were not supposed to be defined and described within the mundane boundaries of words. She was one of them perhaps, beyond the comprehensible realms of moulds and stereotypes. The wind around had increased its random musings, tickling the stray stands that fell loose from her pretty curls. The rustle of leaves was more prominent with all leading to eventide.
And here was it, his moment to buckle up and approach. To walk the few steps that lay between them in a single breath and let it be known. To let it be spoken. But there was the something which had always been there, the damned tinge of nervousness. It was so unjust for her to be the perfect mix of all there was to be... beauty, brains and bliss. She glanced sideways and their eyes met. It was for a fleeting second at best, but was enough. The smiles, hers ever so graceful and his a sheepish grin. And the distance was no longer there. And he heard her say.. " I thought you would never come over.." So began the conversation.. The one which would last their lives... As she bid adieu and made her way, he waited .. Waited for the cliche..... She walked on in a hurry, her bicycle trudging along and you could sense the air of reluctance. She turned around and bid the real adieu he was waiting for with the same smile he would see for the days to end.. and this was how it ended happily ....the tale of the two...
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