Shweta stopped sobbing and was unsure of what to tell him. He didn’t want to ask her anything. Finally she spoke and asked him if he could come over to her place some day. She gave him the directions. She didn’t know why she was doing this. Her instincts were guiding her. Her mind was against talking to a guy. But her heart had always craved for a company to share her feelings. She needed emotional support. She needed a sense of security. But she was afraid. But afraid of what?
He was more confused than ever. He wondered if his confusions would ever decrease. They have been torturing him all day and all night. What started as a small image grew. It grew so rapidly, even HE could not stop it. And it was looming so large it was threatening to swallow him.
She had asked him to come to her place that weekend. Shiva didn’t know what he would talk with her once he went to Shweta’s place. He had been thinking all morning about how he could start a conversation with her. He was talking to himself and assumed replies from her. He did that the entire morning. When he was confident about his replies to the questions he assumed that she would ask, he left his home and walked to Shweta’s place. As he walked his mind was diverted away from her and he began enjoying the evening. He loved to walk. When bored, he would opt for a long walk if he had to choose between talking over the phone or to walk. When he reached her neighbourhood he walked into a shop and asked for directions.
He found it. It was an independent house. He entered and rang the bell. Her mom greeted him. Their home was small and cozy. But it was neat. Everything was in place. He could find no unnecessary item. The furniture was simple. The shelves contained glass doors. There was only a single window in the hall and it overlooked the garden in the entrance. Every room’s entrance was covered by a screen that contained flower design in them. He liked it.
As he waited he heard a faint humming. It was a melodious song. Shweta's mother asked him to remain seated and said she would send Shweta over. He was beginning to feel uneasy. He expected to be treated like a stranger. But he was being treated royally. He sat admiring the paintings that hung on the wall. They were genuine paintings of nature, a horse galloping, two swans in a pond and that of people working in the fields. They were all signed 'Shweta'. They were really impressive works. He was beginning to like this girl's diversity. He saw a lot of trophies and medals in the show case.
Five minutes later she appeared. She was different today. Her eyes were clear. Devoid of any confusions that he had visualized when they last talked over the phone. She was wearing a white pajama and a light pink cotton shirt with teddy bear forms printed in it. And she was wearing specs too!! They made her appear wiser and a bit older. She introduced him to her mother and a casual conversation followed. She then asked if they could go to the terrace to talk.
He was more confused than ever. He wondered if his confusions would ever decrease. They have been torturing him all day and all night. What started as a small image grew. It grew so rapidly, even HE could not stop it. And it was looming so large it was threatening to swallow him.
She had asked him to come to her place that weekend. Shiva didn’t know what he would talk with her once he went to Shweta’s place. He had been thinking all morning about how he could start a conversation with her. He was talking to himself and assumed replies from her. He did that the entire morning. When he was confident about his replies to the questions he assumed that she would ask, he left his home and walked to Shweta’s place. As he walked his mind was diverted away from her and he began enjoying the evening. He loved to walk. When bored, he would opt for a long walk if he had to choose between talking over the phone or to walk. When he reached her neighbourhood he walked into a shop and asked for directions.
He found it. It was an independent house. He entered and rang the bell. Her mom greeted him. Their home was small and cozy. But it was neat. Everything was in place. He could find no unnecessary item. The furniture was simple. The shelves contained glass doors. There was only a single window in the hall and it overlooked the garden in the entrance. Every room’s entrance was covered by a screen that contained flower design in them. He liked it.
As he waited he heard a faint humming. It was a melodious song. Shweta's mother asked him to remain seated and said she would send Shweta over. He was beginning to feel uneasy. He expected to be treated like a stranger. But he was being treated royally. He sat admiring the paintings that hung on the wall. They were genuine paintings of nature, a horse galloping, two swans in a pond and that of people working in the fields. They were all signed 'Shweta'. They were really impressive works. He was beginning to like this girl's diversity. He saw a lot of trophies and medals in the show case.
Five minutes later she appeared. She was different today. Her eyes were clear. Devoid of any confusions that he had visualized when they last talked over the phone. She was wearing a white pajama and a light pink cotton shirt with teddy bear forms printed in it. And she was wearing specs too!! They made her appear wiser and a bit older. She introduced him to her mother and a casual conversation followed. She then asked if they could go to the terrace to talk.
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