Wind on my way

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Residing in the heart of a metro city isn't as easy.  Sallowed by the virtual realities here we exist. Between the daily stress and captured city life. I, myself Janaki (A) Jaanu, a chemistry research student,vicenarian now. Leading a life among the science books and fantasy fiction accompanied by strings of violin music and the muse of dancing bells.Respiring oxygen for a while between the artificially set terrace garden. As the sky gently erases it's sun and theme of sky is changed to dark mode by nature. And the birds backs to their nest. Luminous blankets down earth and the roads gradually taking turns or sometimes altogether. I hereby, taking a sip of tea and samosa resting myself on the swing of my balcony. While my phone buzzes, I myself too slide of into the web for a while. Just scrolling through the Instagram, I stopped at  a post where I noticed a person, a sudden spark lite in me and all I could do is to stare for a while and unfortunately my finger fell somewhere on the screen and everything got refreshed. For a while I felt a little giddy.
Wipping out my specs and setting it back on my nose, I continued. But I couldn't remember anything of him.  I put down my phone on the table and started humming a song that suddenly strike my mind. All I could do for now is to gaze the view out my balcony up, down and all sides.
Though refreshing brain each time to get it feed with other works and Infos, yet when I tried to switch off myself at the end of the day , a glimpse of his face strikes just as the lightning that hits my windows. His rageful brows, the darkest beard and moustache that sprinkles the manly honour of him. Making him chivalrous. However hard I try to pluck off this, I couldn't. After a long time I slept a while.
Two weeks passed its almost running in 20's of February. Laziness drift me down for a while I picked my phone, swiping through the WhatsApp status, I played it twice as my eyes seizes. Heart yells " yes it's him!!!". So he is out of reach is it? I feel myself blushing. This was the second time I'm seeing him. My heart says, "If I'm ever destined to meet him again, I swear he is my man". I felt like unfolding my wings, but I didn't.  But my heart sways to the swing of breeze that just pass my way, should I fly away just like the dandelions trusting winds way? Or just stay here until my fog is clear?
                                   .... To be continued

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