Down the woods

“See, its him”, she exclaimed, “who? That senior? And why the heck do u want me to see him?”, “C’mon, its rude…at least do have a glance, he is handsome man!” Huh! It was she who compelled me to flick through him, the beard guy. Days flow, weeks drift and instances die out. We all were so excited as annual function was knocking at our doors and all were messed up picking seemly attire. Well, I am that kind of soul who really doesn’t need any bash to relish, so just moved out of the premises for a short walk when I spotted the same beard guy. I stopped and yelled, “hi sir!”. He looked back, stared, didn’t respond the way I expected and waved, ”hi!”. Fuck! How could I miss those foggy eyes, messy lashes, killer smile to behold on that day. We babbled plenty and most tempting thing was we never got tired. He was shy, modest and reticent where I was fully devastating his essence with my flow of utterance. I was a complete reckless tot and he, in turn was an organized fellow. T...

I was walking through the woods when I observed something strange, the shrubs were spreading their fondness with each other as if they have got some kind of opulence. I was perplexed, and thus out of curiousness ran to them with a mood of interrogation, “may I know the reason behind your jubilation, I exclaimed”. The bushes smiled, and replied out of modesty, “you might be thinking this is a grandeur, but no! when we are left with nothing to commemorate, we keep on hugging each other for what we have now!. There are a lot of vagrant shrubs here who forgot to grin, not because they have no reason to do, but their desires are just endless” and the shrubs went away. I did not exit, neither from the locale nor from the lesson, just kept on looking at those tender, solicitous bushes and walked into my own mind seeking the juncture of my grumble, my smile. Gradually, I collected some glimpses  of my mates who made my day or weeks delightful. The guy whom I found working day ni...