Sunday, April 6, 2008

Only for a moment.

“Lets make a night to remember….”, was playing on the radio that day.It was raining; she had a cup of coffee in her hand and was waiting for the bus. The dual effect of the rain and the song opened the door of her favorite fantasy. Tom cruise singing this number for her.

And then her eyes fell on him. He was dripping from head to foot. Wearing a white shirt with blue jeans, eating American corns from a nearby shop. Hmmm…he doesn’t look bad , she mused. Although I prefer fair guys, his skin tone is quite nice. A bit too tanned maybe. Also I wish he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous earring. I mean what’s this entire theory of metro sexual men anyways?

All these thoughts were swirling inside her brain when suddenly he looked up. Oh my god! He has brilliant eyes, she thought. Neither brown, nor black. A color that will change according to the will of its owner. I wonder what his smile is like? Is it as cute as him? If I marry him, will he live alone with me or will I have to live with his family? Does he have a joint family? How will his mom be? I guess we will have two kids. One girl and one boy. Oh hell! What am I doing? I am literally drooling on this guy. Don’t I have absolutely any dignity left? Staring at strangers like that. And where the hell is this bus? It just had to be late today.

Then suddenly he started walking towards her. A hundred thoughts started attacking her at the same time. Oh man! Why is he coming here? How do I look? Will he try to talk to me? Will he like me? What will I say if he tells me to come and have a coffee with him? I think I will go. But should I? What if he is a thief or a hooligan? Or worse he is a rapist? Maybe he is that murderer I read about in newspapers today. The one who woos women with his good looks and then kills them. Maybe he is a psychopath. Why isn’t there anyone here? This bus stop is usually so crowded. Over-crowded infact. I don’t even get bus at times. Oh Christ, he is here! Shit! This dammed rain must have washed my make-up away. Why is it raining today anyway? I know why. Because god hates me. He just won’t like me to look good on a day a handsome guy is standing next to me. I know this is his way of telling me that I can look at a pie but cant have it. Hell, why am I so NERVOUS?

The guy by then was standing next to her and eating his American corn, waiting for the bus. He looked at her and thought, hmmm not bad. Casual dressing sense. I like her t-shirt actually. And she is wearing my favorite color. light blue. She has a good figure too. Very curvy. I like her hair as well. Long and wavy. Her eyes are very pretty too, jet black. Her hands are beautiful. They look so soft and tender. I would like to hold them. And kiss them. They will handle a man with care. She looks like a good girl. Doesn’t look dumb either. I hope she is easy to talk to. I hate girls who cant understand cricket and don’t know that formula 1 is a racing car. Should I try and talk to her? I can ask her what time it is? No, god! that's so lame. How about starting any general conversation. Maybe I can talk to her about how heavily it’s raining today. Then I can offer to drop her to her place. No, she looks from a good family. She might just get offended. Or maybe she has one of those over-protective brother or a father who will beat me if they see me with her.

But she does seem like a nice girl. Her lips. Wow, they seem to be…well…sensuous. I want to know how they taste. I think they will be a bit salty, a bit sweet. Her neck, its really beautiful as well. It’s so thin, and looks so vulnerable. It will be like holding a precious wineglass. I think I will talk to her. I want to know if her voice compliments her body. And who knows, I might get lucky.

He turned towards her and asked, “ Excuse me what time is it”?
Honnnnkkkk………..just then the bus comes and the girl gets on it and says, “5:30”.
“ Thank you”, the guy replies. She smiles and the bus leaves.
' Her voice did compliment her body'. ' His smile was as cute as him'.