She sat there silently. Watching. Watching people enjoy themselves.
She was hardly noticed. She looked very ordinary. Normal clothes. Hair all tied up tight with a band. Smudged lipstick. Tired face. Eyes all over the place. Watching every activity. Crossing her legs. And uncrossing them again.
She just looked like she was waiting for someone. Actually, it didn’t even matter to the people around if she wasn’t.
Bored she was. Bored of looking around. Bored of being stared back. . Bored of waiting for something to happen. Bored of waiting for nothing to happen.
Dipping her finger in coffee she drew smiley faces on table. She took out her lipstick and drew on tissues. She undid her hair and scratched on the chair. Doodled over the fogged window.
And then she heard an infectious giggle. She turned around to see who’s laughing.
Pretty girl. Cute smile.
She couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for not being able to join them in their joy.
If this is not guilt, what is it? Envy? Cold and harsh rejection? Or something else?
Unable to decide, she tried disguising the expression on her face.
She then heard the newspaper ruffle. She sensed someone leaning over. Someone watching. While she was looking away.
She didn’t turn around this time.
"I know he wouldn’t like me."
posted by J @ 11:40 am
Comments: 4
4 Comments:
The girl hijacked her own blind date! To say nothing of the poor guy who was stood up :))
awww... Poor Gals, cant understand us..
Wishing u a very happy holi...
have a nice time (^_*)
Self denial is easy to live with isn't it...but indulging in the fantasies is the harder part and we the escapists we are always choose the easy path... the patli gali....
No Joie De Vivre... I often am in similiar straits as this one...boredom is sooo sooo mundane..it makes me yawn...
cheers
z
nice one...y dont u enter 4 dat short story contest da?...
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