She put down her book and walked to her closet.
I watched.
She collected her clothes and walked into the bathroom.
I followed, watching.
She carefully hung us her clothes, top first, jeans next, underwear followed.
I watched.
She stripped down her closet and let her long hair fall.
I watched.
She gathered her hair together on the top of her head feeling around for her rubber band.
I watched.
She hung her towel by the cubicle and closed the cubicle door.
I still watched, God of Small Things, I watched.
She turned on the shower and ran to the other end to prevent the water from dampening her hair.
I was still watching.
She waited for the water to burst into a steady flow and once it did, she played with the cold water; toe in, toe out.
I watched as the hair on her neck stood out.
She splashed her face with the cold water and heaved a sigh.
I sighed too, watching.
She lathered soap all over herself while humming a tune, a melody.
As I inhaled the jasmine induced air, I watched humming along.
She glanced in my direction, not once, but twice and her body recognised me, her face didn't.
I watched, my Thoughts saddening.
She exited the fogged cubicle and dried herself. She threw the towel in my direction and I caught it, taking a threat.
She danced her way into her jeans and pulled on her shirt and left.
She left me there, Oh God Of Small Things.
She left me there, intoxicating my mind with jasmine.
Then, Oh God Of Small Things, I had fallen for her.
For her and for her only.
For her dance into jeans, for her jasmine scent.
For her, forever.
I can imagine her getting back to her paperback, me trudging along.
Yes, you were right, God Of Small Things.
The smallest of things make the biggest of differences.________________________________
Okay, I know it's been two weeks. I was really distracted and I completely forgot as I had spent my time reading this BRILLIANT book called the God Of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, the inspiration for this update. As a compensation, I'll post another update this evening. Sorry for the delay again!
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Mridula
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A Mind Full Of Thoughts
PuisiAfter mindlessly attempting to write the usual stories, my brain has resorted to muses and poems. Read on to watch my brain pour over your phone screen like a toppling tea cup brimming with tea. A Mind Full Of Thoughts