I Too Fell For Her

I witnessed the urge in her eyes, the unshakable desire to moisten my days to come in the live-affirming drops of her passionate love. How could I remain detached and untouched by the hold of those eyes which were creating a new heaven each time they blinked at me. Could anyone at my place play safe without falling for those heart-beats that wanted to race ahead of time and embrace me? Of course, no one. I too fell for her.  

She had nothing in her hands when she came to meet me for the first time. Does a girl look beautiful empti-handed? Don't know. But I was watchng her spellbound. I wanted to hug her, to hold her in my arms but she  just extended her hand to shake. I modestly responded. I offered her to sit and thumped my butts on the chair just next to her. I forgot to tell you, we were sitting in the CCD, at Pitampura, New Delhi. It was the North-East corner table attached with two chairs. I looked into her eyes, they were deep and promising. My heart beats had already gone wild in her presence. The biggest task was not to initiate the conversation, but to control the urge, an unknown urge to hug her. Perhaps I had lost all my senses. She waited for me a few seconds and then called the waiter. A teenager rushed towards her across the room. How could anyone remain unresponsive? Her voice was so sweet that it could melt even the heart of a criminal. She sensed my nervousness and ordered for two cups of coffee. The waiter noted down the order and went back. Now there were three of us - She, I and my nervousness. I was musing over to initiate the chat, but she signalled me to kee quiet and started suffling through her purse. God knows what girls carry in their purses! But it was a pen, made by Perrie Cardin company. 'You are a writer na,' she said. 'That's why I brought this pen for you. Now you are bound to write about me.' I could not resist her. And I asked her to tell me about herself. 

to be continued...!!