PITY

That night she wrote on her blog:

Just when I had given up on my ultra-monotonously hectic life, a life that (besides the usual stuff) also includes the daily odious journey in a dear old rattling bus, God sends me a diversion. I’m happy to announce (rather share) that human looking men are not altogether extinct from the face of this earth; and that I had the good fortune of spotting one today. Needless to say after a few surreptious glances, his radar caught the signals. But unfortunately for him (and fortunately for me) the eyes could not spot the silently-hidden-in-darkness gaze. (Phew!)

And so we rattled on---the gaze, the radar and the bus. Here I must add that since I don’t know his name let’s call him Mr. Blue Shirt. I wait for the journey to end with mixed feelings(I distinctly remember being angry too for my sheer ‘ teenagerishness’). The journey ends. He meanders to the door, all the while searching for the gaze. The gaze on the other hand feigns slumber. Blue Shirt vanishes.

And thus starts my wait…for a more eventful tomorrow. Funny how life never resolves K

That same midnight he commented below her post:

Hi! New to this place…really liked it! Experienced something very similar today in the bus. But lost her in the crowd. Keep writing! J

The next evening as the threesome rattled along( the ‘gaze’, the ‘radar’ and the’bus’) somewhere above a smiling Cupid took aim. But Destiny lowered his hand and said: “Pity! They are not meant to be.”

The Little Boy and his Magician- Goods And Bads.

He ended his act with stupendous applause. Looking around he could see eyes of admiration, awe, and fear. Fear had almost become his other name. After all he was the greatest illusionist ever known. But he never asked for fear. Nor did he want to wield his powers, but sometimes certain things had to be looked into. Or dealt with a firm hand. They forced him to show his Force. That made him sad.

But today was different. After a long time he saw a pair of eyes that didn't admire, nor fear. Rather, the eyes were questioning. But not challenging. He recognized the eyes instantly, they belonged to his 'little buddy'. His little buddy always had either a smile or a sweet to offer. They seldom spoke, but whenever he passed down the lane where the little one played, he would be greeted by a spirited wave and a little toffee. He adored the little one's eyes. It was brimming with love (the only thing he ever wanted from his followers), but it was ever silent. He often showed tricks to please his little friend, or to make him talk. The most he could achieve was a warm hug with the customary toffee.

Today was different. As the awestruck, fearful crowd dispersed, the little boy meandered through the throng towards the magician.

The Magician asked: "Did you like my trick today?"

The boy asked: " You can vanish everything.Why don't you vanish bad? Mum says there are good things and bad things. Vanish the bad ones and all will be good."

"But then life will become perfect!", said He.

"What's wrong in that?", asked His little buddy.

"Life will lose its beauty and I can't let that happen", answered The Magician.