Rabba mera yaar miladere...

There she was. Right in front of me. Looking deep into his eyes. Beautifully carved eyes. Neatly done liner.. just the required amount. Invigorating smile, naughtiness in her eyes, love, affection, wanting...

She was touching him with great fondness, warmth. Gifted hands depicted her sensuality. right sense of dressing. She seemed to know what shade jeans is right on her, what sorta top complimented it... correct pair of sandals added extra beauty, grace to her cute feet. Soft and silky hair, good sense of fitness. There was every reason to go mad over her. She was just the girl I needed.

I sat there wondering. Such girls aren't seen everywhere... rare ones I always dream about. It was so nice to watch her. She touched him again and here I felt the warmth. She was gently stroking her fingers against his. She held them, tightened the fist, turned, squeezed, felt his skin, rubbed her shoulders against his. She was all over him.
I felt restless...
I looked at him in amazement. How lucky he was or so I thought. He seemed to be least bothered. slightly turned-away posture. Pleasant looking, average body, basic dressing. No special expression on his face, He seemed to be talking normally, completely unturned by her touch and moves. It looked like she was trying to woo him.

Wow! How does this happen !! She is all I ever wanted in a girl. So damn difficult to find them nowadays. at least in a city like Bangalore. not sure. Couldn't understand what really won her heart. Is he intelligent? But that cant alone be a reason for this intimacy. What exactly are the words, what behavior is that that she found admirable. Why is that I never get to meet these girls ever and why are they not single ever? I thought helplessly.

Not quite an apt view for someone single. Heart screamed in helplessness. How, exactly how to meet one such girl in this society? Where do I find someone who introduces me to them coz they don't entertain someone who speaks to them directly. Why are they scared of strangers so much, why do they live in that nutshell called network? How am I supposed to get through? I just don't find other type of girls as interesting as these ones. It doesn't turn me on at all. But no friend of mine knows this kind of a girl. Don't these girls understand this fact? What's wrong if someone they don't know tries talking to them, tries to know them. They call it an intention... what is that?
Isn't that the way friends happen? I've stayed single for years now. Am I destined, after all, to meet one girl like this? I wonder... I ponder. It aches my heart. Is it his disinterest that attracts her... No, I don't think so. How could it be? I would have loved her every single second. What a contrast. Is this how it is? I thought, thought n thought.

May be it's the society, maybe it's the culture or maybe I don't know. How come I didn't get the courage to continue with whoever came along? This choosiness is painful. But what is life lived in compromise. Who do I ask? God is not in a mood to answer just this question!

She bent over to him. Looking deep in his eyes. His eyes were somewhere else. She kissed him. My heart skipped a beat. Coffee day didn't exist, I was forgotten along with the crowd. How deep it felt, how deep it ached. It wasn't very polite of me to watch a couple like that. But my longing heart wouldn't care. It wasn't enough that I started a bad day. Coffee day radio decided to name the event with a song at the appropriate time.

Rabba mere yaar miladere...


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