The Unventured Passions

A City in Blue 💙 (1)

"Why Blue?"

Mira was smiling, a smile that's worth a rainbow, a smile that's worth a hundred butterflies, and Batuk adjusted the sideview mirror of his car to capture that unblemished smile in his mind's eye.

"What do you mean why blue? That's my favourite colour!"

He was smiling too, and it came from his heart, just not the lips.

"Is there no reason?" Mira bit her lips bashfully and stole a glance at Batuk, and he smiled again, gauging the amount of courage that the woman might have mustered to speak those words. Batuk looked at the mirror and tried to study her face, her exquisitely beautiful face, and somehow it made his heart flutter and throat dry.
He smiled again, to himself, and then turned to look at her.

"Let's see..." He narrowed his eyes, determined to ease away the rigidity in her, and that's what he had been trying to do for the past hour, driving her around the city and showing her it's wonders.
"Blue is the colour of the sky, and endless oceans, and it has the depth of life... it's infinite mysteries, and it's forever!"
He recited the words as Mira casted her shy eyes up on his face and stared at him in wonder.

"Wow... Was that... " She gulped, "was that poetry?"

Her words were a mere hush, and suddenly it made Batuk gasp, as if remembering an old memory, and old forgotten moment, a moment where he had ridiculed the language of love, the language of life.

"Was it?" He asked her back, and Mira smiled again, looking away.

"I don't know... You tell me."

"May be it was Mira... May be it was poetry..." He exhaled, but a happy one, and then took another sharp turn to enter into a by lane, crowded with tall stores selling clothings.
"You know it's strange that once I had told someone that poetry isn't my thing... I don't understand it, but somehow...", he chuckled, and looked out from the window, the glass on his side was now half drawn.

"But somehow?" Mira caught the trail of his incomplete words, and Batuk turned to look at her with curious eyes, amusing at this newfound courage of asking questions.

"Well somehow, life taught me to appreciate poetry the hard way... May be... I don't know!"

"But endless sky and the blue oceans never meet!" Mira sighed, muttering the words almost inaudibly, and then she smiled happily to herself, her eyes busy looking outside from the dark tint glass.

"What are you looking for Choto Zamindar Babu?" She asked softly, and Batuk honked twice to make his way through the narrow lane.

"Umm... A place called Dhakai Gharana Saree Center."

"It's there..." Mira listened to the name and eyed the street once, on her side, before pointing her finger to a particular direction.

"Where?"
Batuk frowned and leaned to his side, his face down to match to Mira's height and he followed her gaze.

"There..." Mira turned to guide him better, to make him see through her ways, but instead she ended up gasping loud as her nose touched Batuk's cheek, sending an electrifying impulse down her body.

"What? Did it break? You nose!"
Batuk had sat upright, her gasp had startled him too, and he was frowning at her, his lips pressed in an amusement.

Mira nodded her head in a no, and keeping her head lowered, she murmured slowly.
"The red building that says Aligarh Suitings, look beside that, on the top, behind that tall pillar... it says Dhakai Gharana, in blue."

Batuk widened his eyes as her direction made him see the way, finally, inciting his curiosity about this super shy naive women sitting beside him, spreading her intoxicating fragnance all over his car.