Random Class Notes-II

" ..“You’re adorable, baby! The moment I saw you, I was swept off my feet. These little evenings have been so lovely, I wonder how beautiful the rest of my life with you be like!-thus, that guy let on his sweet nothings upon her. She just stood still, transfixed for a moment, for she wasn’t so mushy. Only when she said sorry, he felt his heart pumped back. Love doesn’t ask for words, perhaps just a comforting silence; few tender moments to cherish a lifetime. He knew his heart beat for that faceless stranger, his inspiration. He was careful to conceal his emotions, while painstakingly trying to know her; she was worth it, worth every reason that he didn’t seek. Finding a reason not to love someone is easier than the otherwise. More than just attraction and admiration, it was about happiness, a learning experience within a tale of love, hence perhaps -inspiration. He wished to give it some time, to flourish, aware that he might be just a bit too late. He didn’t bother though-he didn’t seek reciprocation, an acceptance maybe of a passion which had penetrated every cell of his.

T’is way past midnight, he thought while waiting at the station. Anxiously he puffed a cigar, hoping to calm his nerves, while a moment of indecisiveness gripped him. As smoke went up the 84mm cylinder, he wondered how things turn into ashes so easily, even life. Life had been a paradox, a living contradiction to him, yet he took things in his stride with a smile. A sense of indefiniteness flows in, as he tried to search for something in the cobweb of his mind. Several thoughts wrestled to be pondered over, in the background of soft rumbles, some unheard voices. From a shining star, he had been brought down by misfortunes to this point; he didn’t mind though-he had always been down to earth. He loved to be hated; it gave strength to his convictions, the solitude it brought along, he loved it. He knew the truth; he wasn’t evasive, a little indifferent maybe, for some things had lost its meaning since then. He mocked the smooth linings, the strong demarcations of black and white; his heart, which he always protected like a child, cuddled among the rainbows. Now, here he was, waiting the dawn of a new realization, to hop on a ride to make his own destiny.