Friday, December 22, 2006

A ruined tale

She waited for him at the gate. After 7 minutes and a few seconds of impatient scanning of blank faces, she spots the tilted head she was looking for. They meet in the most unlikely of places.

The moment comes, they hug. Fill their lungs with each others scents. Exchange a moment.

"Beer?" "Of Course!"

Sitting on the tall chair, she kicks her shoes. "I hate 'em"

The world takes over, people walk in and out of the conversation, loves, hates, likes and dislikes get their 15 seconds. She tries to narrate a story. She ruins the punchline.

Like she ruined this one.


neha said...

I stumbled upon your blog, while sauntering in this virtual arena. Read the 'ruined tale' and it bought a smile on my face, something that was lacking, for lack of anything that is deep to fathom and in some resounding sense profound.
Funny that stark strangers, at times, manage to make a volume of sense.
nice one..:)

Mo said...

Thanks Neha. :)