~Pari~
The last streaks of sunlight were visible from between two tall buildings. I hid my arms in my hoodie pocket as usual while trying to stay on the sunny side of the road. Today was supposed to be the coldest recorded day. Avoiding eye-contact with every passerby I eased myself into the narrow and very confusing lanes of Kolkata(a metropolitan city of India) bobbing my head a tad bit to get that bouncy effect with my ponytail. The hot brownie wrapped nicely in a brown paper and placed in a polythene bag kept hitting my upper thigh along with the rhythm of my walking. I finally lost the last rays of sunlight as I turned the final corner leading to my house.
That same old gate with the chipped green paint. As I opened the gate something happened. Actually, a lot of things happened simultaneously. I yanked the door. A figure wearing all black fell from behind it. I reacted by thrashing the before mentioned brownie packet onto its head. The figure fell back against the inner door along with the brownie packet on its head. Time stood still for a moment when we both tried to register all that had happened within a heartbeat. The brownie had managed to tear through its wrapping and disintegrate onto the figure's upper body thanks to my five whole months of self-defense training. Self pat on the shoulder. I stood there holding both my hands in fists catching my breath. The figure fell on my front yard hard on its butt as somewhere a flock of pigeons flew away being startled by all the commotion.
"AISHHHHHHHHHH" said the figure holding his brownie crumb filled head.
"Who the fuck are you? If you try doing anything I won't even have to shout. My knuckle hear can take care of you alone."
"Yes, saw what not your knuckle can do. I won't do anything. Now could you please help me up?" This is when I saw it. Those eyes. So familiar. I've seen these eyes millions of times behind the phone or laptop screen. Smiling, laughing, crying even. But today. Here. Right in front of me. Those same eyes. Just with a bit of pain in them.
Holy forking shirtballs! Jimin. Park Jimin. Park fucking Jimin. Nope that cannot be. Not in my wildest dreams.
Impossible.
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