The saline breeze smeared my spectacles as I sat watching
the harsh waves lashing, venting out their wrath on the tamed rocks. I could
hear the waves ‘roars of fury ringing in my ears.But what overcame them were the
louder roars from the ocean of tears I had created in my mind. I sat there
fuming with the thoughts that frustrated me, making me hate every moment of life.
I felt like a broken string of pearls. My life seemed irreparable.
I was lost in thought, when she came and sat next to me. She
sat still enjoying the breeze n listening to the seagulls. She was beautiful in
her baby pink attire, her butter-like complexion, her delicate fingers and her
suave expression. But what caught my eye first was her enchanting almond eyes,
even without a tint of makeup, they were the most prettiest I had ever
seen.
I don’t know how but we struck a conversation. One that
extended beyond worldly talks. Her soft voice and the powerful use of simple words
made me feel light. She left after a while, but I was still relishing the
lingering remains of the conversation that I had.
The conversations became customary. I waited patiently
everyday for her on the same bench. We enjoyed each other’s conversation. Day
by day our conversations grew longer and I became all the more restless to see her.
I could just keep listening to her, staring at her hazel brown eyes catching the
twinkle in them. She breathed a new life into me, lifted my hand and took me
away from my woes. I knew I was in love……
She was all I thought of. Her bright, glistening hazel eyes.-their
haunting looks. I could feel the various hues of emotions they showed. But she
could never see the hues of her eyes nor me because to her I was just a voice in her
darkness…
