The Girl In The Park

Today afternoon I was sitting idle for a while and as always I opened my facebook pages and came across a quiz.... It said where will you meet your true love and it said park!! Well then somebody suggested I write a poem on it but I guess I have got an excuse to write a short story ....... Here it goes

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The Sun was packing her bags and ready to leave to let the moon come and let the whole world enjoy the peace of the night!! The transition was taking place and the most beautiful of all scenes, dusk was the time. I was just returning back from work. It was a comparatively less hectic day and I thought why not go through the park. I could see the boys playing football while the parents were sitting at a distance as a gathering discussing their lives, cricket, politics and everything they could brag of. The old men were also totally engrossed in the chess games. It seemed as if all phases of mankind's life have come to unite in this small retreat from the city, in the beautiful park.
I always remember my childhood days when I go to parks. I remember how I used to play football with my friends and after some time mom would invite me to badminton. Now after getting a job life has changed preety much!! Now I live alone and need to take care of everything in life. Living in a Metropolitan has it's own sets of advantages and disadvantages.
I then decided to take the empty seat at the corner. I loved the seat because it could give me a total view of everything going on in the park. I could now see how the old men were ignoring each other's cheating moves and enjoying the game. I could see the ladies conspiring and the men debating. I could also see how the boys had decided to play their last game before it gets dark. And... Who is she? She was sitting on the bench across the chess tables. She was also observing the people and seemed to enjoy the beauty. She was elegantly beautiful. The way she observed things depicted an intelligence and her head movements and her occassional body languaged showed a grace she carried so well. Her eyes were the most beautiful deep eyes I had ever seen. Before I even knew, I was looking at her continuously, literaly staring at her. Then our eyes met. She gave a pause and we both were now looking into each other's eyes. Then she looked the other side. I also started acting as if nothing had happened. Then she again took a fast glance to see me. We again caught each other.
I then decided to take a chance. I got up and walked slowly towards her. I knew she was so much aware of me!! I approached her, and at the last moment took the path just beside her bench. She looked at me and we both smiled. Smiles speak loads more than words and silences. That was a start of a new friendship.... (Lets see if I continue the story)