That was the first time I met her, I glanced at her through the corner of my eye- an amazingly ordinary woman, someone you'd never notice in a crowd, I wondered unintentionally for a fleeting moment 'is she really that good at hiding' blinking away I turned my head south-west.
It wasn't intentional but I just wanted to watch her there, she's just standing over there with god knows what on her mind at the end of the bus line. Wearing an oversized printed t-shirt and prettily matched plain cotton leggings, her one hand enclosed the strap of her traditional cotton bag, no makeup, no accessories, no peculiar hairstyle but a simple pony tail in which she didn't miss a strand, her shoes were contradictory to her clothes she wore black worn out men's sandles. There was nothing about her, she wasn't an exceptional beauty, or had any insane features. I saw the movement of her eyes darting up every now and then, sometimes staying a little longer than three seconds what was she thinking... praying maybe? I blankly watched her face until she turned her head turned and our eyes meet momentarily, my heart stopped beating, she soon turned her gaze as if it never interwined with mine, and my heart started racing....is it what they call skipping a beat?
She was looking past me now, and slowly her head regained her original direction. The heck was I doing? acting like a creep!.., but I continued. She looked flustered and suddenly changed her expression too fast with a calm exhale if I had turned my head for the slightest I was sure to miss it. It was like she dismissed the fact that it ever happened- too easily and back to her blank state; unconscious of my presence.
I didn't knew for what I was still looking at her, but she was all over on my empty mind, I thought in that moment, I can look at her forever and maybe.. it still won't be a waste of my time. What's up with me? I don't want to scare her or something so I turned away in the opposite direction and traced a few steps on the foot path when I heard the sound of bus approaching behind, my head turned to her direction and saw it; her neck tilted face looking up at the clear sky, brightened, eyes wide opened and sparkling with the shadow of a smile. I stood there dumbfounded she was unaware of the bus, the people in the line, the angry vehicles. With a large breath her shoulders moved and her hold tightened around the strap of her cotton bag and she turned away walking in the opposite direction of the rest, away...?..., what the?, why bother standing in line if you're not gonna catch the bus? Weird. Weirder, I am unable to stop my smile from spreading, hmpf. I shaked my head and continued ahead, but couldn't shake off that smile she gave me. It was the first time I met her, maybe anyone would say that 'saw her' would be the words I am looking for, but no. I met her.
Maybe that was her purpose, to see if in the crowd with thousands how alone are we? Does anyone, anymore takes notice of another person far away from them? Do we still do things without any reason, just for the sake of it, like we did when we were kids. Maybe she was there waiting for a sign from the heavens that people are still the human beings and not some programmed routined zombies. Maybe she was confirming that in the crowd thousands she wasn't that lonely afterall...☺️
Note : I am thinking of developing this story..your thoughts would be a huge help.
