He stood admiring her beauty, unmindful of the maddening crowd. His eyes remained glued to her, while she was gossiping her way to glory, amongst a bunch of girls. She was bubbly, enigmatic and filled with character. The little lumps of flesh on her rosy cheeks blossomed like a flower, each time she blushed. These were moments of ecstasy. There was an unexplainable connect he established with this feminine soul that stood across the street, waiting for the signal to turn red. He felt like he had known her for ages and had been waiting for this blissful moment all his life.

Unaware of a pair of gazing eyes, she continued to chatter breaking into an animated conversation, expressing her natural grace and mannerism, with spurts of heavenly laughter-It was the free spirit of a lively teenager. She was no means a “model figure” .She was gracefully flawed, giving character to her very existence. He remained absorbed admiring her face. The large eyeballs oscillated like a pendulum, in an effort to appease both friends who stood on either side. The subtle glances, to acknowledge their presence were like the motions of a classical dancer. She for once spoke with her eyes.

He was immersed in an ocean of fascination. He had spent all his life, amidst the choicest of cosmopolitan woman, neglecting the most coveted beauties in town without a sense of concern. They were flawless in looks, trained to the hilt in mannerism, enough to drive any young man into a nomad. Yet they had never troubled him. He would always “glance and forget”, like he had never seen them. This time around there was a magnetic power that held his thoughts, emotions and a restless body. He craved to be beside her; there was a growing impatience building up within him. Yet, he knew that they were still strangers- two human souls in a berserk city crowd.

He quickly glanced to check the timer. There were 27 seconds left. His time was limited. He cursed his luck. He had little time to rue over fate. He looked at her again, hoping to establish an eye contact. With every passing second, he seemed to be intoxicated in her beauty, when suddenly she noticed him staring at her. Typical of a woman, she looked away in disgust, in order to ward away this everyday phenomenon. He cared little. True love is void of ego and any response from her end was like feeding a parched soul with droplets of water. To him, they were gracious looks of heavenly bliss. She continued to look away aimlessly, but yet she couldn’t avoid that innocent face. He was different from all those men who had looked at her with awe and envy. She gently glanced across and he stood still captivated in admiring the “Mona Lisa”.

The signal turned red, and the impatient crowd were on the street, crossing each other’s paths as they headed to their destinations. She slowly stepped on to the street, unconsciously slowing her pace to capture those magnanimous moments. She intermittently looked into his eyes; otherwise staring at the dusty street while her friends continued their ‘never ending ‘conversation.

He remained on the footpath, unmindful of the traffic signal. He was following the signals of life-before him was the woman of his destiny. As she closed in, he gently turned his head to visualise her concealed emotions. Her face remained firm, while her heart swayed to the motions of love. He gently smiled at her, while she continued to hold back her feelings. She gave him an ‘angry look’, while in reality she was deeply engrossed in admiring his “ cute face”. Unmindful of her resistance, he stood in lonely bliss, while the crowd had crossed the street. She was only a few feet away, as she turned her back, heading to her destination. She seemed to be going farther away from him, and his heart was beating hard.

It seemed like they were being separated after ages. She continued to walk down the alley, while he stood in sheer hopelessness. The signal turned green and the vehicles sped like a bunch of cattle set free. As he glanced to have a final look of this diminishing beauty, he noticed those large eyeballs looking at him. Lumps of flesh on the cheeks slowly blossomed into a flower. It was a moment of ecstasy. Two souls spoke the language of love, as they parted ways at the traffic signal.

It was his moment of redemption. They were destined to meet; they would meet again. When two souls speak the language of love, the world is too small a place to keep them away. It was a blissful, defining moment!

Each of our lives are filled with these little blissful moments of redemption that give meaning to an otherwise mundane life.

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