Just The Way You Are

I know its weird for me to ask but do I look okay? Asked He. Fixing his shirt. Kind of amused at his cute sexist behaviour, “Why do you say its weird? And yes you look perfect”

“Its always the girl who gets to ask that and its always the boy who has to maybe lie at times or tell her honestly how mesmerizing her eyes and her hair let down look and how hot she looks in her red dress or sing bruno mars for her ” He said.

Breaking the stereotype, she said:

“Dont ask me,

If the tie suits you more or the bowtie,

A t-shirt or a shirt,

Jeans or chinos,

Dont ask me, Whether you should keep your hair sleeked backwards or style spikes,

If you should keep your hands inside your pocket or fold your arms,

Listen to my thoughts when, The way your eyes wrinkle while laughing,

Or a strand of your hair plays on your forehead,

When you take a nano second to turn my mood 180°,

Or when you share the chocolates and blanket in my moody times,

Maybe no one has told you this Or someone might have,

You cant hide your nervousness, Your hands twitch so you tend to hide them,

Your work mode has no time for leisure And leisure has no time for work,

Your pride in yourself when you get your paycheck,

Your hot look in a 3 piece suit, And your cute look in the morning in sweats and hair messed up,

Also, You hate waiting but you don’t mind tapping your feet an hour for me to get ready,

Your blush when I crack a dirty joke,

Your glow in your eyes when you see me blush,

When you control your anger behind the screen pretending to work, Or when you let it out but without raising your voice,

Or your tears you wipe secretly in the dark,

Your heart beats faster as I come closer And forgets a beat when I kiss.

You are amazing, just the way you are”

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Winter Nights, Heavy Hearts!

(Collaboration)

“when a girl/boy with words in her/his hand & ink in her/his heart falls in love, you know you’ll be left for the world to remember”

Winter nights are a charmer of broken souls. fallen dew gracing the silent tree tops & melancholy of skylark gives night a cryptic hue.
She closed her café at midnight as the streets were empty. Putting on her jacket, walking home. What a lovely cold winter night it was, her favorite season but not something to remember either.
Staring at the city landscape from his office, he couldn’t help himself getting distracted by the cold night and the cold memories.

– A year ago –
It was the rush hour at her café. Everyone after work came here to get some bite as it was one of the few cozy places to eat in mid of busy work afternoon. After hearing her call on her counter several times she ran to counter no. 8 where a man suited up was complaining about the cold soup served to him by mistake.

He couldnt help but lay eyes on one of the waitresses explaining to him it was by mistake. “but I wanna meet the owner” He uttered to her. “You are speaking to her sir” she said with a bit of amuse in her eyes.

She apologized and he was awestruck at her humble nature. Never in his business career he ever did/say this, “My mistake actually, Sorry for the mess” and left.

While everything forgotten at her side, and sleeping soundly, at the other end he couldnt sleep that night, his thoughts were all about that owner of the café. He wasn’t that used to girls, he was far from a ladies man. But she was different.

It became a routine from next day, at every lunch break he would go fetch a croissant at that café. She and him had a sudden spark and every other day she would sit with him at night at the café and they would tell each other about their life, Talks started, from the book she likes to read to the music he likes; from the college she attended to the company he owned.

They were getting close to each other day by day.She is thinking about him, a little more than a friend. She used to blush everytime she thought about him.He couldn’t wait to ask her out. He was afraid of the rejection but it was worth the risk. Wasn’t it?

“Dinner at 8′ o clock ” ? His fingers did a little dance before tapping Send on his cellphone screen.After jumping all over the house, she finally sent “YES!!”

Due to their busy work schedules, they couldn’t give each other much time but still they were going strong. Weekends were usually spent at each other’s places with take aways and movies and netflix and chill. But as Taylor Swift says, nothing lasts forever. They started splitting but who was to be blamed? Him or her? Just like their first meet he was at the counter no. 8 with his soup getting cold. She is staring at him, more like waiting for what he has to say. She knows what it is but she wants to hear it from him.

“We have to end it, for once and for all” there, He said it. He couldn’t even look through her eyes. His throat all caught up after what he said.  “We have nothing left between us anyway. But whenever you need someone just remember I am always here” Giving a little squeez to their entwined hands, leaving a kiss on his cheeks, she disappeared behind the kitchen. He left too.

After that day, No one ordered food at mid night. The one who did, stopped dropping by.

-Today-

Today, exactly a year after that eventful night, The weather is chilly. So are they. Every time someone opened the door of her café, her hope of it being him always lightened. She waits for him to turn up. Every Time he got a call or a message, he hoped it was hers. He waits for her to turn up too.

Winter Solstice was the term Google had used to describe this day, the shortest day and the longest night of the year. The world had not ended that day, and it had only begun.

probably not

She liked Books He liked speed She was quite wild He spoke less yeah as cliché as it sounds it is.

It was one fine day when both lost in their thoughts sat by the river side staring at the water. Both unknown to each other, until they caught each other’s eyes.

He knew he was screwed by heart when he saw this girl with brown hair cascading all the way down her back, her black rimmed glasses hid her eyes and then her small smile.

She was stunned, he looked like every other guy she met, but it was his eyes which had something special stopping her from looking away.

Yeah they did make a conversation, shared stuff, names, long enough that they didnt realise sun had already set and it was the stars watching over them now. He asked her for dinner, thought his charm worked, but na her trust issues always stopped her. Finally after exchanging contacts, they separated their ways.

Goodnight x ” she sent and fell into a deep slumber.

Days passed, their texts never stopped. They never slept without knowing about each other’s day , but no one brought up anything about meeting up again.

Riverside at 6?” He sent, and thought if it was a right thing to ask, what if she thought he was a creep?

She couldnt stop smiling at this.

Of Course, will be there.” Reading her reply, he couldnt help but do a fistpump in the air.

Their texts turned into meetings, meetings into late night sneak outs, after work coffees, all night calls, they looked into each other’s eyes a lil longer to be just friends.  It was obvious they had sparks and butterflies between them. Someone had to make a move, and of course, its always the guy.

They came a long way, with their fights, arguements, but loved each other at the end of day. Until he got a letter of promotion to another state. She couldnt stop him and be an obstacle between his dreams, he didnt wanna leave her, nor could she go with  him. On the Last day at the riverside, their meeting spot, they hugged until they broke down. He couldnt say goodbye and her voice was all caught up, she was trying hard to stop the tears from falling. They separated their ways again.

Why not long distance? He had a dream to pursue and she had a life to move on with.

Now, they are just 2 strangers with memories. With an incomplete heart, happiness was something both forgot about.

They were living their own lives but before going to bed, they couldnt help but think,

“does she even remember me.” 

“Does he think about me, despite being around so many girls.”

And fall asleep while muttering,

“Probably not”