Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Short Story: Of Dreams And Reality...


“What is your most special potential?”, he inquired. We stood there, meeting for the first time. His eyes were just like a magnet and my eyes were behaving just like iron. The only thing was that my eyes did not pop out of my head to start moving in his direction. But for almost more than a minute, I was still, and so were my eyes, sinking into his hazel hued eyes. He was not from this world. He possessed an entirely different personality. He appeared to me as the Greek God Mars, who had descended on Earth, for this lesser mortal's gratification. He was far beyond his appearance. Possessing a young face, which reflected maturity, with eyes brimming with love and respect, he had swept me off my feet!

He clicked his fingers in front of my eyes to bring me to the surface, out of his gripping, magnetic pull. “Hello...", he said, with a sweet smile on his face. “Would you like to attempt this most difficult question?”

“I don’t think one needs to draw a distinguishing line between the kinds of potentials one discovers in oneself.”, I replied, and my reply, in a way, surprised him, as if he had never expected such a reply from me. “Moreover, it does not matter for me. Whatever the situation be, I always give it my best.”

“You try to give your best or actually give it your best in every kind of situation?” he asked. The smile on his face was consistent and mesmerizing. It had not deviated by an iota so far.

“I don’t believe in trying, I just give it my best, as trying mostly makes way for excuses for oneself and excuses are enough to deviate oneself from one's best performance.”, I quipped.

His smile was propelling. It was propelling me to give answers without thinking, as if he was providing these answers to me in my mind through his magical smile. Probably this interaction was taking place only for me to realize this myself, to come to terms with something I had never pondered upon, and had never introspected in life.

“You look like Goddess Venus to me. Stay like this only, never get bogged down by any trouble in life.”, he said.

“Sure!”, I said. We were standing on opposite platforms waiting for the Metro trains to arrive in order for us to go home from college. The entire conversation had taken place over Whatsapp. I had seen him there for the first time. Both our trains were to travel in opposite directions. These opposite directions, attracted.

“Who are you? I have never seen you here. Where are you from? Where are you going?” I asked in a jiffy. By then we could see trains coming towards both of us, from opposite directions.

I started moving towards the Ladies coach and his train too, was brought to a stop, at the platform.

“Bye”, he said. “We might not meet again. If we ever meet again, I will reply to all these three questions.”

In a split-second, his eyes were sparkling. The smile was gone. He was sporting a serious look, while appearing taller than his own stature, older than his age, full of wisdom, love and respect.

“Bye”, I said and we stepped into our respective trains. The doors closed at the same time, and both the trains started moving in opposite directions, at high speed.

We both sent a hand waving emoticon to each other at the same time. The smiley emoticons were back too.

“Hello! Wake up, quick. Else you will get late for college!”

Mom was there to wake me up.

“And why were your hands in the air, like you were typing something?”

Oops! I looked at wall clock and smiled, as it was still not too late to reach college in time.

I smiled and rushed to grab my toothbrush, while dodging Mom's question. ;)


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