It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. I was filled with jitters inside my stomach, butterflies launching a torpedo. So much so that the keys wouldn’t fit in my door’s lock. One attempt, two, three..darn!..after n attempts…finally! my door obliged. The anticipation to see him was at a sky-high. As I walked a bit through my door, I saw this shadow of a guy on his bike. Oh the shadow! One of the street lights had chosen not to burn bright that night. He could see me, but I not him, subjecting me to a second later of first impression. Then he drove past the darkness and came to light. Our eyes met and mine dropped immediately after, trying to process my thoughts. It was a nice feeling. I was shy and comfortable all together. That was the first time I was meeting him. I didn’t see him much later on. But every time we meet, pit of my stomach jitters the very same. Every meet feels like a first one. I figure our first meet wasn’t the last.
P.S.: This week seems all about the prompts. I am having fun doing them though! 🙂 ❤
Look what I got here! A thought stumbled upon me (due to sleeplessness), to check on the daily prompt for today, have never done it before. And the topic for today is as perennial and persistent as water. I was like,,,uhh!! and ummm!! what do I say about such ubiquitous an entity.
I need to drink more of it,
Shed less of it from my eyes,
Relish plenty of it on the sea shores,
Soak all of it during the lovely rains,
Jump often in it when I get the chance to,
Find my own course, as water always does.
P.S.: On that note, another new thing I am planning to do, teach for fun. Still formulating, have to be recruited first. Let’s see! Will keep posted.
Probably I would. May be I shouldn’t.
What if I didn’t? If only I could.
May be we are. Clearly we were.
These labyrinth of emotions that you have rendered upon me. I am caught in between the devil and the deep blue sea. My own words don’t make sense to me these days. The wait kills me, and I am on tenterhooks about the confrontation. Profanity and propriety seem to differ only by a thin line. Not even sure if the line exists. Thinking about our simpler times amuses me. We were at the brim of normalcy at one minuscule point. Then, it all turned bizarre. May be bizarre is our destiny. So be it. Amidst all of the chaos, one thing I am certain on. It is the ferocity of my emotions for you and their unwavering will to remain. Am I a fool in love? Then again, who isn’t.
Have been meaning to write something from quite a few days. Not succeeded in putting it all together. I thought I’ll just go with a quote I read today:
I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. – Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941)
I mean I sure do know the small things I love but there are so many big things still unfigured.