The Half Face
That Saturday,
Was very much like
any other Saturday for me,
wasting myself onto some useless news
in unusual heat of Delhi at this time of year on my
own route, sitting in front on the right lane of bus on way to
college, killing the morning, unlike loosing on the rear far from ‘crowd’
I always love to ‘hate’, until a GIRL came from nowhere and sat very next to me.
I rose my
Head for less to a
Second before going onto
the paper which was all over me,
just able to see her black coat of fur, a diary
in her hand, a face similar to a lonely canvas & as lifeless
as a piece of sand, half long hairs lean back with eyes black before
bright,’unwillingly’ sad looking lost in this air searching her existence in silence.
Refraining
her presence, I
was calm telling myself
not to see the tears coming out
from her heart may be because eyes were
too dry to feel the grief somewhere hidden on those
messages of her mobile, breaking her before me, I wanted
to assure her, to help her but I was no one to her but a ‘complete stranger’.
She looked
towards me, when
I was watching the road
after my window and went into
her diary the moment I turned to see her
face which was only half seen from the place I was
held , feeling as if the time is dead and things stood still, waiting
for me to say few words to her or telling her to gather herself far from me.
She stood
up with her diary
and before I could stop
or let her go, she walked away,
leaving the bus, the ‘loneliness’ she was in,
leaving her ‘tears’ on me, walking to something she
needs to reach when I wanted to run away from her, I wanted
to run to her but failed in both, I now remembers only ‘THE HALF FACE’.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………by VG!!
Copyright © Vikas Gupta | Year Posted 2011
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