I can still feel her smell, like early morning jasmine which is covered by dew. She always liked it whenever I play with her long curly hair, curling her hairs with my fingers, immersing my face on her hair and taking a deep breath, pulling her towards me and spreading her hair on my face. She always felt like a real women when I appreciate her hair. She would say, "Boy, you seems to be in love with my hair and not me"
It was during my trip to Finland when I first met her. I was in Frankfurt, hurrying up to catch my connecting flight back home to Bangalore. Immediately after getting out of elevator I saw someone trying to grab few stuffs spread all over the floor. I saw her from backside and the first thing I noticed was her long curly hair. I went to her and asked, "Do you want me to lend a helping hand?"
"No! Thank you!" was the immediate response from her. I looked back at her and that was when I saw her face. She was young with a beautiful face, but it was stiff and unfriendly. I dint care to bother much and got back to my business of locating my gate number.
I started reading a novel which I do most of the time during travelling. When the boarding started, I got into the long queue and I noticed her standing much ahead of me. Once after occupying my seat, I looked around, not to get a glimpse of her in particular, but I saw her sitting in the same row as mine. She was talking to someone sitting adjacent to her and she was smiling as well. I was still looking at her and changed my sight after realizing that I have been gazing at her for a while. I leaned back to take a nap as I was very tired.
I had slept for an hour before waking up. And the next thing I did after wiping by eyes was turning to my right to get a glimpse of her. It came so naturally that I dint even know what I was doing until I could see her curly hair dropped all the way till her lower back. She was sleeping, facing the closed window. I dint make any effort to shift my view. I knew that I was in love with her hair. And that was the first time I ever liked curly hair. Otherwise I always used to appreciate girls with silky long hair.
I closed my eyes only to continue seeing the images of her stiff face and curly hair flashing in my imaginary world. I tried hard to focus myself on the novel. Probably after an hour or so, again I looked at her as if I was there for that business. Couple of seconds passed by without any happenings. Sitting at the very end of the row, finally, for once she turned quickly and glanced at me. I have been waiting for her to turn and look at me. I dint waste a single second, I gave her one of my best little smiles, dimpled one. Though she dint return the smile, she sounded very happy, I could make out that. It happened in a flash, but still for once I had this feeling that it’s just the beginning.
[Will continue this in the next post.. soon...]
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