The breeze shot across the trees shaking them in cold vibes.The tiny,little leaves fluttered and the buds nodded to the incoming waves.A leaf,just a single one split off from its stalk and flew with the current floating over the fencing wall and finally to lay still on the road.And just a spark later,it lay there crumpled, mutilated by the tires of a motorbike.Its agonishing waves echoed against the walls of the park which it left to a seek a new prelude.
The usually crowded roadside at that time of dusk was then deserted except for some pedestrians and stalls.Even the park beside seemed disenchanted by lack of visitors.However,the departing sun beamed at the arrival of three unexceptional ongoers to the roadside.All the three were contradictory to one another,although they shared a common aura.
The first one was a middle aged man,strolling towards a tea stall put up on the roadside lane.He had a bright face with contrasting eyes and a bony chin.His beard was untidily trimmed and rugged and hairs stuck up on all sides.His expression was dreamy and slightly ebullient.His gait was shaky on his uneven shoes making him look like he was sniffing with each step.He bore the image of a homeless dressed up in new clothes.
The second one was an older man probably in his sixties with a walking stick rather holding it up in his hand than using it as a support.His hair were shiny grey brushed backward against their wish.The wrinkles and freckles on his face were sufficient to suit his countenance.They bore an impassive expression,his eyes.His moustache was rather plenty that it pestered his unusually large nasal openings.Some might just creep inside if he ever dared to pout.He was walking with a rolling gait,his knees slightly buckling as he walked.
The third one was a kid riding on his bicycle eager enough on his destination that he enjoyed the ride with a beaming face.The innocent face had its own hidden pinches of naughtiness sprayed across it.The dark grey eyes seemed to conquer the entire soul in itself.The eyeballs were scrutinizing every bit of the happenings ahead not to miss a tiny abnormal movement around.The winding breeze brushed his hair backwards,his eyelids fluttered aganinst the passing wind.And when the eyeballs sought an attention,the pedalling motions slowed down steadily.
All the three zones of thoughts were distracted by the most ordinary vista of a little child sitting on a bench under the branch of a large oak tree that had held out its arm from within the walls of the park.It was such a commonplace sight yet it had its own significance in gaining their attention.They wondered discordantly from their own perspectives.
The young man's POV :
This is not a very good day at all,far worse than i anticipated.I walked down to this part of the town hoping to get refreshed.I am so tired that i could lie down on this exact spot and not wake up for the next two days.But the cooling breeze keeps on slapping my face arousing me and everytime my eyelids start to droop,i shudder.I approach the tea stall that i predestined.I order a tea,rummage through my pockets and lit up a smoke.I glance around the place,they call it the Gore's square,one of the town's sociable places that i more frequently visit.I am not so concentrated on my vision because i am rather musing,and my gaze swivels upon a particular feature of interest,a cute little boy sitting on a stone bench under a big oak tree on the other side of the road and he is anticipating something.He has a package laid beside him on the bench.He is waiting for something or may be someone because everytime a vehicle passed ahead, he took a peek around.I gather from his face the expectation he has for the awaited future.Expectation.I feel my lips widen to a wry smile.I scrunch my nose and my apprehended consciousness shoots through my mind to the reminiscence of the 'other' day,which i contemplated everytime i had to expect.It was like some 7 to 8 years back.
