I see your curly hair, your fair-skinned glowed in that dusky evening, you are wearing a black t-shirt and I see your strong arms, well built. I see a big tattoo carved beautifully on your forearm. I am awestruck and this is the first time I see you. You are so beautiful, so lost in your own essence, so pure and so cool, comfortable in your own way, you are wearing your hiking pants and trekking shoes, carrying your traveler bag and you radiate the unpretentious traveler vibes, someone who is in love with traveling, one that is immeasurable.
I looked at you and sat on my desk waiting for our lectures to begin, hoping you would talk to me.You defend me and pledge my accountability to yours. I for the first time feel a connection, but I don’t know you. I am finally going on a trip. I was excited, nervous, and intoxicated by the idea of traveling. Only if I knew this traveling trip was the beginning of my beautiful Love story with you.
Everything apart it was Siddharth on my mind. I wondered why was I so eager to talk to him? What was so special about him? Why do I even care? It has been two years and a half and I am dying like a teenage girl to talk, to giggle and want him to ask for that incomplete coffee and what not? What was up?
He climbs down the stairs, two at a time like playing sun, moon, land, stars and in seconds he is out of the door and makes his flight back to the lakeside. After 10 minutes of his nonstop running, he is finally there and completely out of breath, he rolls over the ground breathing heavily and looking towards the kids lifts his hand up to grab him. All the four pick him up.
Marla smelled of alcohol, Karl looked at Siwan who seemed drunk too. Karl looked at both of them in a disgusting manner and knew not what to say. He has been suffering alone whole day to the memories of her demised sister, was feeling guilty of ignoring Marla and his son for so long, and here is she, drinking with the other Guy? With the Baby Doctor? What is he doing with her?