THE MISHAP
Another sweaty night in the middle of the city and there I was just mingling among the crowded pavement. My mind was in a trance and the crowded street did not bother me one bit. I was in a far away land and at peace with myself looking for my angel. Things had become so calm in me these days after the quarrel that turned out to be some sort of an omen for me.
It had been a mighty long time since I took night walks on crowded pavements. Tonight I realised that a lot of things had changed maybe for the better or vice versa. I was just not bothered to analize. How meaningless things were as I overheard mumbled words and unfinished sentences as I passed among actors of that long play known as life.
A buzz on my cellphone.
"Where are you pop?" her voice full of innocence as usual.
"On my way baby..." I said.
"Ok...I`ll be here" as she hung up.
Neon lights and young kids dressed up for the kill of the night and the ever flowing traffics like there was no end to the notorious jam. Did we make our life any better with all the complicated achievements that we invented. Along the way we even found ourselves salvation through new viruses and hi tech drugs. We had actually failed to realise that wars could never be won. It should not even be started in the first place. Running thoughts as I continued like a careless ghost out of the closet. I got carried away in my far away land again.
"Pop! Over here!" I heard her familiar voice.
I turned and there she was at a table in the corner of an open air Italian Cafe. All of a sudden thoughts ran no more. The crowd virtually just vanished into thin air. She was the only image that stayed in my sight as I walked towards her. I kissed her soft cheeks as she tried to get up but in time enough for me not to let her as her left foot was still in full plaster from the mishap.
How awesome some things turned out to be. Unexpected things. A miscalculated mishap that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It had even brought us much closer than before. So close that we could even read each others minds.
It had been a mighty long time since I took night walks on crowded pavements. Tonight I realised that a lot of things had changed maybe for the better or vice versa. I was just not bothered to analize. How meaningless things were as I overheard mumbled words and unfinished sentences as I passed among actors of that long play known as life.
"Where are you pop?" her voice full of innocence as usual.
"On my way baby..." I said.
"Ok...I`ll be here" as she hung up.
Neon lights and young kids dressed up for the kill of the night and the ever flowing traffics like there was no end to the notorious jam. Did we make our life any better with all the complicated achievements that we invented. Along the way we even found ourselves salvation through new viruses and hi tech drugs. We had actually failed to realise that wars could never be won. It should not even be started in the first place. Running thoughts as I continued like a careless ghost out of the closet. I got carried away in my far away land again.
"Pop! Over here!" I heard her familiar voice.
I turned and there she was at a table in the corner of an open air Italian Cafe. All of a sudden thoughts ran no more. The crowd virtually just vanished into thin air. She was the only image that stayed in my sight as I walked towards her. I kissed her soft cheeks as she tried to get up but in time enough for me not to let her as her left foot was still in full plaster from the mishap.
How awesome some things turned out to be. Unexpected things. A miscalculated mishap that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It had even brought us much closer than before. So close that we could even read each others minds.
6 Comments:
Sweetheart, u got that pic of me with the bra strap! OMG. OMG. *blush*
Anyway, such a heartfelt story babe. i think i can relate to u. :-)
I luv dat pic babe... anyways... i`ll be updating dat link soon ;-)
U do? awww... but i malu la. lol. i love this new banner too, ur the best! heard u win another award for RTM. congrats! *BEAR HUGS*
award or not wuz log ago babe.. bear hugz to u too ;-)
lol wat an narrative essay
yea anonymous.. sometimes i feel like i wanna be a narrator.
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