Have you ever had the opportunity or have you ever sat in an almost empty auditorium. I had this bizarre experience today when only a few people who had turned up earlier for a quiz show were there inside the theatre. Due to some reasons the show was tardy by almost an hour and so the few junta who were inside (hardly 10 people) were sitting in groups conversing and I sat in an empty row with a tabloid in hand to kill the time. I was just thumbing over and stopped at an interesting article and looked up to see the author of the article standing beside, I just shook hands with the charismatic guy and proceeded.
The foyer door creaked and a girl in a light blue sleeveless salwar entered inside. I admire beauty as everyone but I don’t go hanging out my tongue behind beauty. An instinct invoked inside, I took a glance and carried on with the magazine. Seconds later, to my amazement the girl entered inside the row in which I was sitting and settled in the seat right next to me. I thought she was waiting for someone to come but I was wrong she has come there casually and not on a purpose, may be to witness the show. She broke the minute odd silence with words flowing off from her mouth
The girl in blue (GIB): May I have the….
Me: Sorry, may I what…
GIB: MAY I have the part of the paper which you are not reading?
Me: Ya… (Cheez…Not in sigh, I drew the paper which exactly I was reading and gave it to her. The paper was titled ‘Teen Engine’. Wow!!! What a coincidence…)
The quarter hour witnessed silence as in a grave and both of us were hooked on to the tabloids. I didn’t read, I was just having the paper in my hands with weird thoughts going on in my mind. I saw that she was also not reading and had the same page for the entire time which would hardly take 7 or 8 minutes for an average reader. I occasionally took fleeting looks at her and could see her shoulder length straight jet black hair landing on her elegant fair skin. Correction, it was not a sleeveless it was a mega sleeve if I guess right. Still nothing of a notable conversation she folded the paper signaling she has completed reading it and gave it to me and in exchange I gave the other part of the tabloid.
This time I continued reading the article which I left in the midst, it was again she who broke the silence
GIB: Are you from IIT-M?
Me: No…
Me: yourself? (I knew she was from IIT-M, she was wearing the volunteer ID around her neck. But still…)
GIB: Hmmn…
As I completed she took her cell phone and did something, it has become a habit amongst junta to take their cell phones and display it if they have a high tech model and to get inside their inbox again and again and re-read the messages or to play snake (read 2G models). I think she did this or she might have put it in silent mode. The next ten minutes was even more lull and went off in the same way. By now the seats were getting filled and the ambiance was not like before. I was about to swirl my tongue and bring out words, may be just to ask her name but everything was spoiled when another gal came and sat next to her. Minutes later she stood up gave a smile, returned the paper said a ‘Thankz…” and moved. The sight of the blue beauty faded off from my mind like a dream.
Moments later a fat chap came and sat in the same place. Unable to digest the contrast I moved on to the end of the row and sat next to a broken chair signaling to those who came to sit “Boss!! Broken”. Some sort of loneliness filled in and I felt that “SOLITUDE IS BLISS” and got back to my usual state to watch the show. The high point is that I still could not recollect how the lass looked, may be because I have not seen her face
P.S: Though a outline of this happened a lot of the things here have been spiced up and are fictional thereby blowing the conch announcing the syndromes of a senseless short story writer
good work man!!
bruce
great article…
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