A look, a moment is all it takes to decide if you want to be friends with someone, sometimes more than a friend. She had just moved in, the new locality was warm and welcoming. It was new, she looked forward to make friends. It was just another day in September, when she first saw him, he wore a pink shirt and showed off like he owned the world. Such characters have a personality that they flaunt, the way they talk, the way they walk, they'd have instant friends, followers and of course haters., infact they themselves know they are liked by most of the people around, you know the type who would lead, stand out and make a difference. She looked his way, and she thought to herself, "Finally, someone." That night she slept on his memory.
She enjoyed the evening as well, she had noticed him a few times doing his thing. It was an hour or so past midnight, when he came up to her. He extended his hand towards her, saying his name and she did the same. Neither of them knew what was in front of them, for when they shook hands they looked into each others eyes.
One saw a future, and one a friend.
Living in the same locality, makes a lot of difference, people meet, they see each other often, they socialise because it is mandatory to add fun, drama, and a long list of contacts to a much boring life, contradicting to the others who don't think they need any more friends. Friends just happen. It is the way it is.
It was a November night, it was a time of celebration, magical set up, lights and music, glittering dresses, novel people, so much thought, well imagined presentation, every soul in the locality was looking forward to be there. Up there, in front of a mirror, she looked at herself, she'd put on a blue ravishing knee length chudidhar, with gorgeous embroidery, a dupatta with a pattern of diamonds which looked like stars from heaven, letting her perfectly combed hair down, and moderating the pink blush on her cheeks,she was ready. As she put her heels on, the doorbell rang, she checked herself again and walked out the door.
The evening had brought in everyone from the locality, whites from the men, reds, oranges, pinks and blues from the women. Everyone perfectly dressed up for the occasion, walked around exchanging conversations.If you'd get a chance to walk among all the chat rooms, discussions and meaningless conversations at the end of it, you'd be updated on the entire world, which kid is hitting on who, who's worn what, who's lost weight and how, how much did they spend on that particular event and a truck load of other things.It is normal, the event was magnificent as it was expected to be, when the guests had left and the people of the locality sat down for a bit to enjoy the music and the climate. This time of the month, its usually cold and wet, the air has the smell of freshly watered gardens, it was that time of the night when the residents sat together chit chatted.
She enjoyed the evening as well, she had noticed him a few times doing his thing. It was an hour or so past midnight, when he came up to her. He extended his hand towards her, saying his name and she did the same. Neither of them knew what was in front of them, for when they shook hands they looked into each others eyes.
One saw a future, and one a friend.
Comments
Post a Comment