Saturday, October 18, 2008

Sunday Love

So it's monday, shinchan is on tv and the phone continues ringing as I have decided not to attend the call, it’s from a relative, they prefer talking to mom or my sister, never even bother to inquire about me! It's quite humid today, sunday was much better. And yesterday's trip to chokhi dhaani after the drizzle stopped, was even better. Wet sand, neem trees, cool breeze, an old iron smith blowing wind in quest to ignite coal fire, kids running here and there, camel and elephant rides, a broken slide in a corner and Haryanvi folk dancers dancing with his black sporty shades on, everything was in a single frame. Dad pushed me to dance as he joined them, I laughed and said no. I cant dance, I guess I am too shy to even try that. A puppet show was going on, though I have seen it hundreds of times, always same stuff but one can never get bored of it. Puppet show ended and everyone moved on, we were then standing infront of rajasthani folk dancers, two girls in black local dress with a little make-up started dancing. The performer on the right caught my eyes. Wheatish complexion, big eyes, good height, round face, really beautiful in my opinion. I kept staring her, wondering how old is she, married or not, how can god make someone so beautiful, whether she will accept if I proposed her... and many more questions kept on taking rounds in my mind. few moments later a girl came and stood next to me with her friends, I got distracted and tried to see who she was. Fair skinned, tall, sexy outfit, overall- very sexy. And all the guys were drooling over her. I was staring her too, but the folk dancer was still in my mind. I changed my view, I turned my head to see that beautiful folk dancer who was hiding behind a beautiful veil and to my surprise she was standing infront of me. Hands folded, made an eye contact and said," ram ram sa". She said it again and brought me back to life. I reached my pocket and took out a ten rupee note and gave it to her, we were still looking into each other's eyes. She took it quietly and I moved away. She was still in my thoughts, something inside me told me to look back, I turned and she was looking in my direction, she smiled, I was totally knocked, in the wilderness I looked around to see whether it was me or someone else, no one was around, I smiled back, waved my hand before we freezed into each other’s eyes again. She made my day. I am still thinking of her, the moment she smiled, her dance, her visage, her eyes, her everything. hope to see her again... my Sunday love...

5 comments:

wildrose said...

i like...reminds me of the last guy who made my heart skip a beat

Anonymous said...

A lovely story...like the first rain of the season... the drops of which when contact with earth give rise to a fragrance which we never forget… beautiful…

Unknown said...

show off.. thats what it is..

jolly said...

thanks aaashie for an honest comment!!

Unknown said...

jolly bhai...sunday is for everyone..olthough my sixth sense is zero..but in m y opinion u r playing a puppet show....all the characters are fictitious representing a true character aroud ur life.

ur sunday is very long...
good narration of ur thoughts..
i must say .."A GOOD PUPPET SHOW"
clapping .....
give me 10 rupees note...on this SUNDAY..!