Last night, I screwed it up big time. Probability and queuing theory has been a tough call for him since third semester. I scribbled the formulae. He craned his neck and slacked forward, sipping coffee.. saturated and boiled down. We played a card game, one more, and another one. He eased his extremities and wrinkled a yawn away. Sanju got me on the blower and my blue blooded prince armed stares at me. He slammed the…..

Jolted back ..as he shot a not-too-intimate gaze.

He creams me…More stimulation than in all the alcohol ever distilled.  Ramshackled bits of the episode haunted .. echo of my disapproving exsistence..colour of smoke! Skull busting.. 2 seconds to let you pass by me. Cast me a smile please… Moon dappled visage..that superbest lopsided smile curve.. not too difficult to credit.

Hug me..idiot!! whole life is crushing me down…Err

Thanks a million for encouraging… hope ye like the rest of my writing too…

——————————————–chapter 2—————————————————-

6 months back….. it all started here. The weather was getting clumsy. The arms of the sun were nowhere to be seen. The binds swayed in the blustery wind. The marriage hall was getting huddled with people. He stretched himself, and sat on the plumy velvet dressed chair. He kept toying with a juice glass. The last drop of lemonade hesitated to depart his smacky lips. He was in his full hand black casuals and an aquamarine shaded ‘addidas’ shorts. He was amazing. He turned deaf ears to his mother s call as a ‘santro’ roared to halt. People hasted out of the car, he saw a girl with a russet red top and a long bottle green skirt, through the re-arview mirror. The back of her sweater was tied to her neck. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was all tousled after the journey, her winsome smile was just enough a visual treat. She gave a chirpy pat on her pal‘s shoulder and brushed her little cousin’s hair and kissed him on his forehead. zushhhh!!!!! The ambulance bolted across the street shouting its usual kerfuffle she put a cross and prayed for that stranger. A moment’s horror.. a moment’s despondency all shown in her face. When she opened her eyes, he felt some godliness pierce through the hall. He locked her gaze…chills were served to all those people who entered just then. She placed her lip on the rim of the glass and gobbled it up gracefully. The fluid paced to destiny figuratively like an army rushing to save havoc, inside her throat. When all the others placed their cups beside and engaged themselves in mouthing some balderdash, her eyes darted screening the room. She took her cup straight to the dust pot and crushed a good bye to it. Their eyes met again and he felt a tingle invade through him. His eye brimmed with the untold frequency of unexposed furtive cordiality. As she brushed past him to the dressing room she pushed her stray piece of her hair behind her ears. Cute!! That was damn cute.. on her way back her fingertips happened to touch the corner of his shirt…. his heart skipped a beat!!!!

To be continued……………….

certain hysterical moments are my interpretation of shots in movies… feed back is welcome..

chapter 1

He is a total waste of space. I am in an avoid mode. He is already late.. damn it!!! There… he gave a swift halt to the car and darted inside the inn. He caught my gaze which hurdled his haste. My eyebrows shot up in perfect disgust. He moved as if it hurted to. He reached a table and took a chair opposite to mine. Now my eyes were glued to his. Needless to say, he looked smart and exclusively handsome. He wore an icy blue baggies and a cafton materialed shirt. Well…that’s not going to perk me up. He was tracing the wooden pattern on the table with his fingertips. He gave a sweltery pull to the hairs of his mustache as if checking if it was still there. I asked him to look at me. He dint bother to budge. I dug my fingers in his skin and gave him a piquant pinch. Instantly he looked into my eyes and gave an apologetic grin. I pushed the stray pieces of my hair with a mild brush and stared at him. His eyes were limpid and glistened. Yo! may be he his sorry for what he did. He traced the lining of his eye with his index finger and discovered a drop of tear. The uniformed sexagenarian served us my orders. I stuck a forkful of spagetti in my mouth. The stuff was hot and delicious. He folded his hands over his chest and sank back comfortably in his chair. His nails took a place between his teeth. I finished the eats and looked at him. Hands on his side face, he looked outside as if a sick puppy in fetters waiting for the release after a scourging tragic punishment. This puced up my anger a little more. Out of the ordinary, I was bursting at him in an uncontrolled way. When we were out of ear shot of other people, ……….

to be continued