We constantly play cat and mouse in our daily lives. Each day where dog eats and rat eats rat. We don't have time to stop and take a deep breath, fill up our lungs with air and breathe all worries and problems out. But, sometimes we resort to the dark confines of our minds to pick out memories...Memories locked up and buried deep down.....
The flight announcements for boarding were underway. I grabbed my backpack and proceeded for security checks prior to boarding. Armed with a magazine and my ipod, I tried to come to terms with a mind tired from the past journey. It was a long one. Caffeine consumed did not seem to help. They never seem to. Lazily, I stood in line and emptied my pockets of it's belongings to their routine scan and passed though the human scanner myself. The procedure was over before I realized it. I had close to an hour before boarding the aircraft. Aimlessly, I wandered around to find a seat and proceeded to read, having found one. Uninterestingly, I scanned through my ipod to find a soundtrack to relieve my weary mind. Suddenly there was a faint thud right next to my foot. I turned to see a passport case lying right next to it. Out of spontaneity, I picked up the passport case and looked up to hand it to it's owner.
She was still fumbling with the lot in her hand but stopped quickly to thank me. She proceeded to the seat opposite mine. I continued to follow her actions as she put her passport case back in the purse. She had a novel in one hand and a beverage in the other. She looked up to acknowledge me once again with a smile. I was transfixed on her. She must have been in her twenties, was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Her feet were covered in knee length boots. She had some sort of scarf loosely wrapped around her neck. Her face was resplendent with a glow indicating that she was not fatigued by her previous travel. Her reading glasses were thick rimmed and oozed some fashion sense. She had lovely blue eyes which complemented her blonde hair. Her tresses, unevenly spawned across her shoulder had twists and curves at their ends. She started reading her novel, stopping occasionally to sip her beverage. Her lips adorably tightened and closed after each sip. Frequently, her fingers swirled around her hair-locks in a beautiful waltz. She looked absolutely stunning and her actions, quite bewitching.
As I continued to observe her from head to toe, I could sense a free kindred spirit. I concluded that she was either a journalist or an environmentalist....
....She looked up to hear the announcement meant for boarding and stood up to join the growing line. I followed suit, my mind no more weary and completely transfixed on her....
My joy knew no bounds when I realized her seat was right next to mine.During the course of the journey, I learnt that she was from Sydney, Australia. She worked as a freelance journalist with a popular newspaper and was quite smitten by the wanderlust. She was heading to Goa to meet up with some friends. She was looking for some suggestions and I offered some. Our conversations were interlaced with bits and pieces of anecdotes and did not result in anything gripping. How I wished for something more!
As the plane touched down, it was time to bid adieu...To this ravishing lady who had simply stolen my breath away. We stood next to each other waiting to claim our bags. For one last time, I turned around to look at her, at her beautiful blue eyes, at those golden locks gently resting on her shoulder....For one last time, my mind heaved a huge, pitiful sigh as I walked away....
Her face turned into an image etched in my memory. It surfaces now and then to serve as a cold breeze wafting into an otherwise mundane life. It must go back now....to the deep confines, hopefully to resurface soon.....
The flight announcements for boarding were underway. I grabbed my backpack and proceeded for security checks prior to boarding. Armed with a magazine and my ipod, I tried to come to terms with a mind tired from the past journey. It was a long one. Caffeine consumed did not seem to help. They never seem to. Lazily, I stood in line and emptied my pockets of it's belongings to their routine scan and passed though the human scanner myself. The procedure was over before I realized it. I had close to an hour before boarding the aircraft. Aimlessly, I wandered around to find a seat and proceeded to read, having found one. Uninterestingly, I scanned through my ipod to find a soundtrack to relieve my weary mind. Suddenly there was a faint thud right next to my foot. I turned to see a passport case lying right next to it. Out of spontaneity, I picked up the passport case and looked up to hand it to it's owner.
She was still fumbling with the lot in her hand but stopped quickly to thank me. She proceeded to the seat opposite mine. I continued to follow her actions as she put her passport case back in the purse. She had a novel in one hand and a beverage in the other. She looked up to acknowledge me once again with a smile. I was transfixed on her. She must have been in her twenties, was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Her feet were covered in knee length boots. She had some sort of scarf loosely wrapped around her neck. Her face was resplendent with a glow indicating that she was not fatigued by her previous travel. Her reading glasses were thick rimmed and oozed some fashion sense. She had lovely blue eyes which complemented her blonde hair. Her tresses, unevenly spawned across her shoulder had twists and curves at their ends. She started reading her novel, stopping occasionally to sip her beverage. Her lips adorably tightened and closed after each sip. Frequently, her fingers swirled around her hair-locks in a beautiful waltz. She looked absolutely stunning and her actions, quite bewitching.
As I continued to observe her from head to toe, I could sense a free kindred spirit. I concluded that she was either a journalist or an environmentalist....
....She looked up to hear the announcement meant for boarding and stood up to join the growing line. I followed suit, my mind no more weary and completely transfixed on her....
My joy knew no bounds when I realized her seat was right next to mine.During the course of the journey, I learnt that she was from Sydney, Australia. She worked as a freelance journalist with a popular newspaper and was quite smitten by the wanderlust. She was heading to Goa to meet up with some friends. She was looking for some suggestions and I offered some. Our conversations were interlaced with bits and pieces of anecdotes and did not result in anything gripping. How I wished for something more!
As the plane touched down, it was time to bid adieu...To this ravishing lady who had simply stolen my breath away. We stood next to each other waiting to claim our bags. For one last time, I turned around to look at her, at her beautiful blue eyes, at those golden locks gently resting on her shoulder....For one last time, my mind heaved a huge, pitiful sigh as I walked away....
Her face turned into an image etched in my memory. It surfaces now and then to serve as a cold breeze wafting into an otherwise mundane life. It must go back now....to the deep confines, hopefully to resurface soon.....
