Random Class Notes-I

He looked at his watch again,t'was late. She must have been asleep by now.He still vividly remembers the first night they were together.She slept; while he sat by her side and watched her till the wee hours,just like today.She looked beautiful in sleep,innocent like a child;the word brought out a smile on his wry lips. And as the first rays of sun fell on her cheeks, he had kissed her softly.Things had changed with time, a lot since the last summers,when they were in constant touch.He had moved out to a small town, in search of employment;it was the last he had seen of her.She too had changed,the child in her had grown up,he knew.Now, as he stood outside her house, he wished if things could be the same again.T'was too much to ask for,perhaps.Still, the prospect of seeing her one last time was too much for him. He climbed up the window sills, and stood there, looking at the peaceful serenity on her pretty face.He kissed her,as with the syringe he bade goodbye to the one he always loved.It was morn, when he decided to go back to the gallows ,where he was to be hanged today.He smiled one last time, satisfied at his own effort.

C’mon, you can do it, like you always do,” he coaxed her. She was amazed how he could so easily inspire her. She needed to talk to him, like the daily dose of drugs that had kept her going. From a random online friend to a best friend, things had changed planes since, she couldn’t complain; she cherished even little moments of that virtual reality. An average artist, she thought of herself thus and yet a compliment from him made her feel on top of the world. Few comments and then topics give way to one another, like an inexhaustible pile; he was content to listening mostly. Her confidence grew, her works too improved as if infected by her smile, and so thus his passion to live each day beautifully. She wanted a face for her stranger; he was content to resist the temptation, perhaps he feared waking up rudely from a beautiful dream. She made plans, he just nodded, frightfully delivering excuses while she complied. The cartwheel of time cemented the invisible bonds, and he surprised her by wishing to meet her before she was to leave abroad. “How should I identify you?” he enquired. “Why? You’ve seen so many pictures of mine not to recognize me. Anyway, I’ll be at the station,” she said. He arrived and waved unknowingly, expecting her to be somewhere around. Elated beyond words, she rushed forward, going past the blind crippled guy she ignored; he expected a rude awakening as he called out to her. She turned, shocked, recognizing the familiar voice, with a smile concealing perhaps her visible disappointment. He had never seen her, nor her paintings, a blind he was after all. Nevertheless, she hugged him tight and cried-remembering her favourite saying” love is blind”. It sure was.