The Kaloptic Affection

Preface : Postlude

October'22

October, the month of festivities, every nook and corner will be decorated with the lights and flowers, the gloom of not witnessing Durga Puja of Kolkata was vividly prevalent, but the recent eye contact with the woman of dream, had surpassed the blue of my sadness.

It was saptami, four days prior of today, the inner Bengali of me was unquenched because of lack of lusture of Durga Puja here in Delhi, but with the new found spirit, I started my journey to explore the Durga Puja of Delhi, even if the smallest one. Started at the dawn of the day, it was now dusk, the sky wax painted in vibrant purple and pink, patches of fluffy cloud adorned at the vast nothingness. I deliberately took local train instead of metro, and it was one of my best decision.

One station is yet to come before my destination, though not jam-packed like regular days, the train contained enough passanger. Capturing the essence of autumn, I was roaming my eyes at the crowd of people, observing their task, someone busy in their phone, while someone was conversing about their life. But while roaming,the expedition of my eyes paused at the certain figure.

Decked in purple cotton salwar kameez, she was standing infront of the gate, clutching the support chains. Her hair was clutched in a messy bun, a pair of silver dangling earrings was kissing her cheek with every jerk. Her left wrist was adorned with silver watch, lips were coloured in a nude shade of pink,as far as I can decipher. I don't know when she boarded, but watching her standing at the gate, feeling the fleeting breeze of autumn was sight for sore eyes.

I was so captivated memorising her every feature, I forgot the notion to come out as crazy freak for the same.

And then,she opened her eyes, adorned with thin line of kajal, her eyes suddenly met mine. And the time stopped. The bustling crowd, the unstoppable gossip, the blaring horn, everything seemed to be silent, only her eyes spoke, a language I was yet to learn, a language I was deliberate to learn.

It was for some seconds, the reverie which I was in got shattered at the mechanical voice of announcement. Everyone started to get off the train, so did I, but in the over flowing crowd I lost her, lost those eyes which expressed much than her so called poker face could. I heard everyone to discuss about her egoistic nature, which they had derived from her resting face, everyone said that, she possess no emotion, fool of those who were unable to decipher eye, the depth of those dark brown abyss. Good for them. But the one who would ever dare to dive in those never ending depth, would never want to come out from those blissful heaven. If only I could get a chance. If only.

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March'23

It's two years of my unrequited love, the coward part of me, could not get the strength to profess my feelings. I am an ardent believer of fate,but will fate do anything, if I would not approach my goal.

Our campus was decked, the annual inter-college competition was going on. I hardly engage in those events except table tennis with my best friend Raghav, we are team,and it would not be much of a brag, if I say we're one of the best team to compete with.

But today, here I am at the big stage for the final round of classic dance competition. She, she will perform today. I was amazed when I got to know that ever so poker faced egoistic, self absorbed her according to most of the student, express so much emotions at the stage with the beat of traditional song.

And here I am, praying to almighty lord to make her winner yet again, it will complete the hat-trick strike of her winning.

After the announcement of her name, the stage lit up with warm yellow light. With the beat of the song, she started delivering her performance.