She was naturally beautiful.. the white dress she wore flowed with the wind.. taking nature into sync.. her hair seemed so dark black, a pure contrast to her glowing skin, the sunlight bounced off her eyelashes.. making everything even more bright.. she seemed an angel .. a halo around her…as if she were a source of exhuding light..
No one noticed her.. rather paid attention to her.. she was just another person in the busy world where everyone knew each other but could never find time to stop and talk.. the itsy bitsy conversations seemed to be diminshing by the minute.. The vehicles came screeeching to a stop as the signal changed tracks from amber to red.. hawkers trying to making the best of each and every moment.. chanawala’s peddling stuff for a rupee each.. young kids selling colour pens and books to poor parents trying to pacify the childen who in turn were trying their best to convince their parents to get them such stuff.. trust experienced people to take advantage of such innocent poor little things..
She stepped onto the road.. and briskly walked across.. allowing people to walk by and still maintaing the fast pace.. as if to keep up with the world..yet there was a feminine touch to everything she did.. She reached the opposite end and walked past the shops straight into a coffee shop. This was the place he was supposed to be meeting her.
Her parents had fixed up her match, or rather were just waiting for her to confirm. She had been through a lot in life.. and didnt want her parents to go through more agony.. every suitor who came her way would finally say NO. She failed to undersrtand why some things were so important.. why they couldnt read her soul.. couldnt accept.. and then finally resigned to fate.. maybe it was the way she was.. her destiny.. fate..
But this time she felt it was different… She had spoken to him on the phone.. He seemed very different from the others, caring.. soft spoken, well mannered. You dont have to be facing each other to notice such things. Thats something that we all need to have in life.. the self respect, the attitude.. Sure Money is important, to survive in this cold blooded world, but where do you go without caring and affection? They had talked about small things like making cookies, sitting in the balcony when it rained and having hot coffee and listening to music.. a lot of what they talked about seemed to match.. she felt nice about him, maybe this was why God had wanted her to wait…so she could have the best..
He came in and sat next to her.. and they spoke.. He couldnt much .. He was mesmerized by her eyes, just couldnt stop looking at her.. those emerald eyes somehow seemed to sink right into him, it was as if she werent looking at him but right into him…They talked about general stuff for sometime, and finally came down to planning their future.. He talked about taking her places, so she could see Paris, the pure romance of the city, he wanted to show her Jaipur, the colorful city.. he was an artist, and he wanted to show her his art, the paintings that he had sketched for her, thinking of her, thinking of how she would be, and how angelic she was in reality.. Thats when things started changing..
It started with a sob and then she started crying .. he couldnt fathom why and how come so suddenly.. It pained him to see the tears flowing down her cheeks.. the cherubic face looked so sad.. what had happened.. it took some while before she got back to normal and finally decided to speak to him.. she couldnt muster the courage to.. and couldnt find the right words.. she tried framing sentences.. didnt work .. all she could do in the end was say Sorry to him and she did that.. she tried explaining and didnt know how to.. it was like one good dream gone haywire.. it still seemed a dream.. not for real… she told him it wouldnt work.. they werent meant to be.. he still couldnt move.. and then she had to leave.. she stood up faced him and smiled that sad smile knowing in her heart that he didnt deserve this, and her eyes were sad, they seemed to speak volumes, he was a nice man, yet she had no choice, she had to do this to keep him happy for the rest of his life.. and then she starting walking out of the cafe…
And then he saw it.. he saw the white cane in her hand.. and it all made sense.. She was blind
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