He peeped out of his specs as she walked past... She was wearing a coffee brown scarf today... He could feel her scent as she made her way across the office hall... Tried to hold on to that scent, much like the past many days when he had been unsuccessful, trying to bottle her fragrance in his heart...
"But man, she does have a wonderful collection of scarves..."
Over the days, she had got used to feeling his eyes over her... She used to find excuses to walk past him... She knew his eyes treated her differently... Selecting which scarf to wear in the hot sweaty summer was becoming a rather fun and exciting activity and she took care to look tasteful... And once she had exited the office hall, she used to hold on a second, to breathe in that wonderful feeling for which she had no name...
"What's in his eyes that makes me feel special?"
Meet they did one sunny afternoon... They exchanged names... designations... and smiles... Their eyes betrayed them, but there was no way their formal attire was going to acknowledge that...
(Perhaps later... At least there's been a start...)
"By the way, I like your scarf selection... It's a very different style to carry about while wearing formals"
"Thanks a lot... Guess my style statement is in a class of it's own :) "
Onwards into the fading summer, they smile whenever she walks past, talk here and there at random, and her scarf selection continues to awe him... Not long after, he expresses what he feels inside for her... Though blissfully aware of that, she was, so to say, a bit taken aback...
"It's time I told him...."
She thought for a moment... And then removed her scarf to reveal a shaven head... Fell into his arms sobbing..... Cancer... Treatment was on... The future was uncertain... The doctors knew less, she even lesser...
"Why did it have to be me?"
He held her tight... Let her cry... All the while not knowing what to feel inside... Even feeling her lips amidst the tears did not help...
"Autumn's always gloomy and melancholy filled... "
He never saw her during the winter... He tried calling... searching... contacting friends... All to no avail... He fought with himself to hold on to her fragrance... In the snow, he wrote prayers to God to cure her... He wrote words of love for her... He asked the winter breeze to take his message to her, wherever she be... Pasted "Come back soon" messages in her cubicle... Looked to the skies everyday for some miracle answer...
"Where are you? Why did you have to disappear?"
Weeks later as he returned from a meeting, he noticed her sitting at his desk... She was fiddling with the numerous "Come back soon" messages he had pasted at her cubicle... He stopped for a moment... He had to compose himself... It was futile... His heart was so overwhelmed that it seemed senseless to allow it to pass... He made his way towards her slowly... She was wearing a beautiful black lace scarf that swept over her forehead...
"So has she not been cured yet? Oh God give me an answer please"
As she lifted her head, he managed a smile that looked somewhat acceptable at the workplace and concealed his thoughts... He ran his fingers over her palm amidst his messages... They looked into each other...
"I feared the worst... Why did you not call?"
"Let's take a walk... Come on... "
What happened then on is not for anyone to know... A little birdie passing by did tell me though, that they were seen in the park where the girl had removed her scarf to reveal flowing and wavy dark brown hair and that they kissed each other in the company of the birds singing in the spring... They were happy and that was all that mattered...
"But man, she does have a wonderful collection of scarves..."
Over the days, she had got used to feeling his eyes over her... She used to find excuses to walk past him... She knew his eyes treated her differently... Selecting which scarf to wear in the hot sweaty summer was becoming a rather fun and exciting activity and she took care to look tasteful... And once she had exited the office hall, she used to hold on a second, to breathe in that wonderful feeling for which she had no name...
"What's in his eyes that makes me feel special?"
Meet they did one sunny afternoon... They exchanged names... designations... and smiles... Their eyes betrayed them, but there was no way their formal attire was going to acknowledge that...
(Perhaps later... At least there's been a start...)
"By the way, I like your scarf selection... It's a very different style to carry about while wearing formals"
"Thanks a lot... Guess my style statement is in a class of it's own :) "
Onwards into the fading summer, they smile whenever she walks past, talk here and there at random, and her scarf selection continues to awe him... Not long after, he expresses what he feels inside for her... Though blissfully aware of that, she was, so to say, a bit taken aback...
"It's time I told him...."
She thought for a moment... And then removed her scarf to reveal a shaven head... Fell into his arms sobbing..... Cancer... Treatment was on... The future was uncertain... The doctors knew less, she even lesser...
"Why did it have to be me?"
He held her tight... Let her cry... All the while not knowing what to feel inside... Even feeling her lips amidst the tears did not help...
"Autumn's always gloomy and melancholy filled... "
He never saw her during the winter... He tried calling... searching... contacting friends... All to no avail... He fought with himself to hold on to her fragrance... In the snow, he wrote prayers to God to cure her... He wrote words of love for her... He asked the winter breeze to take his message to her, wherever she be... Pasted "Come back soon" messages in her cubicle... Looked to the skies everyday for some miracle answer...
"Where are you? Why did you have to disappear?"
Weeks later as he returned from a meeting, he noticed her sitting at his desk... She was fiddling with the numerous "Come back soon" messages he had pasted at her cubicle... He stopped for a moment... He had to compose himself... It was futile... His heart was so overwhelmed that it seemed senseless to allow it to pass... He made his way towards her slowly... She was wearing a beautiful black lace scarf that swept over her forehead...
"So has she not been cured yet? Oh God give me an answer please"
As she lifted her head, he managed a smile that looked somewhat acceptable at the workplace and concealed his thoughts... He ran his fingers over her palm amidst his messages... They looked into each other...
"I feared the worst... Why did you not call?"
"Let's take a walk... Come on... "
What happened then on is not for anyone to know... A little birdie passing by did tell me though, that they were seen in the park where the girl had removed her scarf to reveal flowing and wavy dark brown hair and that they kissed each other in the company of the birds singing in the spring... They were happy and that was all that mattered...
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~Arthur Rubenstein
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