I was happy with my salary, and I use to work on rotational shifts, attending international clients on calls or via emails. Our office was immense, where more than five hundred people were working, there were many people, who we can't remember, and however, there was a woman, and I use to look at her every day but there is a short story behind it.
I was ceased to get rotational shifts, and then, I was allocated general shifts. I was punctual in my job; I use to come half an hour or forty-five minutes early to the work. As I use to do tedious jobs, so I use to come early to clear my backlog. I was sitting at the eastern side of the office, and it was at the corner. I use to see this woman, and she use to sit some couple of cubicles away from me. However, the story is quiet interesting.
The story begins here......
I remember a Thursday, as my colleagues were checking out hot chicks walking around the office; I too joined them in scanning those girls, from the low walls of my cubicle. This was easy for me, to stick my neck out of the cubicle, and look around. As I was a bit shy, so I focused on my work too, my colleagues were signalling each other, as the nubile pass through our aisle, I looked at other chicks, and this was the moment of my lifetime. The woman looked at me, she blocked my view, as behind her, there were many beautiful chicks out there, she looked at me, however, I ignored her, but later, I looked at her, our eyes met, and after few seconds, I took my eyes off.
I looked again to check for the girls, but my eyes met her eyes again, and after few seconds of eye contact, I took my eyes off. My heart was stuck on to her, I don't know why?? Perhaps her simplicity, made her look beautiful. After a while, I was standing near my friend talking to him, I looked from the corner of my eyes, she was leaving for the day, and she looked at me, as she went past our cubicle, and of course, I was looking from the corner of my eyes. The woman was fair, and had a slender body; she had silky dark hairs, and her height was average, but she was not beautiful as compared to the other nubile in our office. However, she took my heart along too. After many days passed, our eyes still met occasionally, however, she didn't smile at me, and neither would I, as I was hairy to do it. There were instances, where her PC was hanged, and there was an opportunity for me, to visit her place, but my hard luck, I wasn't allocated her work. In due course, I learned her name, and she liked cosmetics made up of hemp. This information didn't help me because I didn't have the audacity to talk to her, and I was not into talking spree, as I was a palooka. We looked at each other, but I never talked to her, neither had we smiled at each other. My life was getting biffs and boffs on me. I also learned that she was a concierge, who attended clients, when they visited our company, and she was an expert in conversing. She didn't wear skimpy clothes, but still she was the beautiful woman on the planet for me. She was like a mellow flower, and I am candour towards her. I am the man who refrains from uncouth and diddle. I was quixotic about making her talk to me.
My love for her was Platonic.
