Satyr #1.1

 

She was a creature of exquisite beauty. Her dusky eyes dazzled like the stars of the night. She charmed the soul. Her lips were full and they had not the rosy hue of Snow White or Cinderella. They were a tinge of pink and dark. Her shadowy locks fell about her shoulder like a cascade of rippling waters. She was not fair. She was the night’s dame.

She was the drizzle in the scorching heat.

Simple things, she loved, like books, the wind, the sea and being alone.

Her favorite haunt was the café down the street. One could find her, clad in one of the sombre dresses she owned, sipping coffee at the end table, looking out at the streets with earnest eyes, the perfect picture of solitude.


Day 1 :

When the busy monotonous city life was more than he could take, he would turn around to this quaint place and relish his coffee in lost thoughts.

The end table with the window overlooking the street was his province. He would silently, look out the window and gaze at the passers-by and drink upon the realization that each random passerby is living a life as original and crowded with worries, friends and all that is life. Each person living their own period piece and sometimes, you are just invisible, nothing but a voice at a distance.

Such thoughts were prone to visit him when he sunk like a shadow in his usual seat.

Tired of the day and seeking solace in passing, he had rushed into the café only to be flabbergasted to find the usurper had already taken his throne.

She had sunk into the chair like she forever had been there. He half-heartedly occupied the other table at the end of the row where he could have a good look at both the girl and the street.

Her eyes were fixed outside. She did not look at her hot coffee. She did not seek company nor did her eyes travel elsewhere.

There was a heart-wrenching look on her face. She sat there lost in thoughts.

 

He was trying his best to come to terms with the grief of the great loss he just had.

It unnerved him to think that she sat in his seat and thought the same thoughts he did, looking out the pane. His place in the universe was now undefined, he felt.

His eyes did not trail outside today.

 

It was the month of October. After the harsh summer, winter had come to soothe. With the breeze, she had appeared.

She turned her face away from the sill and their eyes met.

She had enticing black eyes. Eyes that bespoke a depth of something unknown that he could not decipher. Maybe it was some deep sorrow that left her maimed or guilt that plagues the innermost soul tearing apart the weak and the strong. Maybe it was love that was never returned. Maybe it was the loss of a dear one.  The mysterious shimmer glistened in her eyes giving no hint of the rationale for the chaos her eyes testified.

Her eyes had pierced deep down to his soul in an instant and then, his whole heart wavered. He was lost. She had peeped into his whole being and left him shaken. It seemed, she had shrunk herself and let herself into his shell. His place of secrets, of sorrows long forgotten, of despair, of betrayal, of all that wound him. She was there to heal them with the charm of her eyes, he couldn’t help imagining.

It took him a little time to get back to the real world and compose himself. She had turned away. Their eyes had caught for just 8 seconds. Infatuation, he thought.

 

I should not fall for this.

 

It was a reflex of the young and impulse generation. He was not ready to give in to the tricks of his mind or rather, his heart.

 

No woman ever, none had the effect that the petite creature slammed upon him at that moment. Nowhere had he seen such arresting black eyes that could ruin a soul.

 

Is this what they call love at first sight?

Is it love?

 

She was sipping her coffee and looking down. Her black hair had framed itself wildly trying to capture the essence of those beautiful eyes.

 

Those eyes! They have the power to will and destroy.

 

He watched her drain her cup lost in thoughts.

Ten minutes later, he found her walking out of the café. She sat on the bench outside, watching the pigeons.  He watched her until she got up and walked away into the street. With the wind, She was gone.


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