contd....

SILENCE is a complex expression ,

sometimes a weapon , sometimes its your inability ,

sometimes it denotes your patience , sometimes end of a fight ,

sometimes it what one longs for , and sometimes it’s what , one tries to hide from.

                                                   CONTD….

Sitting and waiting for the coffee was awfully strange , they never knew , never expected they could be quiet in front of each other , for ,  they had never been as yet.

Even on days they did not have anything to talk about , they would talk about the most uninteresting things in the world ,and the other would listen coz deep inside they understood each other , they knew there was a lot they wanted to say to each other , and wanted to talk through the days they had missed each other when they wished they were together , they used to talk to their pals ,telling how cool the other one was , and they would tell stories about each other .

Deep inside they were always together , sitting alone sometimes ,they would wonder , what they would talk about  , had they been together at that moment  , what the other one

would have said .

The coffee arrived , she passed him the sugar cubes , he felt uneasy.

Usually it was her , who would add sugar in his coffee , without asking , it was their small game ,where she would add sugar and he would try to tell the precise amount ,as if even a single crystal made a lot of a difference to the sweetness , and she would try her best  , smiling , giving the sweet expressions ,which made him feel special , coz in times they didn’t  have anything to talk about ,these small games kept them smiling , kept their soul together, but , he realized , the sweetness would no longer be there , he may try adding more sugar ,but it would not be as sweet as it used to be .

“So how r u doing ?”, he asked . As he asked , he realized he had never enquired her before , all this while whenever they met , or spoke to each other ,  he could make out , her sorrow , her happiness…

she smiled ,it was not the same smile ,there was some uneasiness about it , but then it was the easiest and most painless answer she could have given at that instant.

He stared outside the glass walls of the café , watching bodies passing by , busy in their chores , he wondered hw many different stories are running parallel in this world ,  some of which intersect  , and some don’t .

People who are in love and are together , had their story lines coming from totally different  directions , the lines met , and from that point started a new line , the symbol of  their love , the longetivity of which depended on the depth of their love , while the two lines continue their journey to infinity.

While he was swimming in the ocean of his thoughts , she was drowning in the seas of  her inner conflicts , the signs of which were fairly visible on her forehead , sometimes rolling down , by the sides of  her face , as she searched for something non existent  on her cell phone..

The waiter served the bill , and before , he could dig his pockets for his wallet , it had already been paid  , as if she had been waiting for this moment  , he felt weak from the inside , felt paralyzed , she didn’t want to make any eye contact , she was scared of herself.

They got-up to leave  , she led him , he held the door for her , outside it was noisy and dusty , yet , he felt relaxed and at ease.

They went straight to the car , she drove , they didn’t talk much on the way back , as the destination neared , the vacuum increased , sucking more powerfully , the car stopped , he looked straight in her eyes , they didn’t ve to say anything , she smiled , or rather tried to smile . he responded in equal uneasiness , closed the door and waved his hand as she drove away .

Walking his way back to his house , he realized it had been  another long day of his life..  but was not glad a bit , that it was over….