The other day i was talking to a old crush of mine, it was really adorable how he could still give me the butterflies. I won't take names here. I would call him Mr. mystery man ;)
As cliched as it sounds. He is mysterious.
Unlike all my other blog posts, thrashing the socio-economic conditions of our country. This is a little different. So, Mr mystery man, i dedicate this short story to you :*
As cliched as it sounds. He is mysterious.
Unlike all my other blog posts, thrashing the socio-economic conditions of our country. This is a little different. So, Mr mystery man, i dedicate this short story to you :*
Mystery man has always been in my life. He was like this shadow. Invisible but still there. He has features like that of a Greek god ( Girls, stop drooling) he had eyes so deep, you will want to get lost in them. He has velvet soft voice that will make you weak on your knees. He is someone you would want to wake up to every morning. I always had a thing for mysterious men. And he was just the cherry on the cake. Unlike most ego driven men ( only referring to a part of the male gender), he is different. He has a world of his own, a world close to reality but still has some aspects that can only be dreamed. He has views that are so grounded, you'll be left in awe. By this time you'll know why he was my crush. The present relation i share with him is very complicated. Naming these kind of a sophisticated relation will not do justice to it. From what i decipher, going without talking with him for a day feels weird.
This one day he asked me, what should he do to keep that one special person in his life happy and safe?
Honestly when he asked me this i didn't have the answer i thought a lot, but it's nearly impossible to get to a conclusion. But i got something that should help. I told him:
'She probably is happy'
He was confused, i realized my answer was not to the point. He asked me
'How do i know if she's really happy?'
I knew what i had to say
'If she's happy and if you are the reason, you'll see it in her glittering eyes when she looks at you, the smile she has when she texts you, the stammered sentences she says when she meets you'
He was satisfied with the answer. I was too :)
He still had one last unanswered question. Somewhere between our conversations. I felt he thought i'm one hell of a philosopher and it made me crack into a laugh.
'I want to protect her, always, how do i do that?'
This was easy to answer, unlike the first question he asked.
'You cannot always be with her, there will be times when she has to and will face her problems head on, you have to be her strength and her guiding force, with the help of which she will glide through her problems'
He just smiled. I was particularly not sure how he took it. But i think he understood.
I tell you his is a smile to fall for. We still talk sometimes. He still gives me the butterflies :)
Fact or fiction? I'll leave it to your imaginations.
Dedicated to Mr. mystery man,
This one day he asked me, what should he do to keep that one special person in his life happy and safe?
Honestly when he asked me this i didn't have the answer i thought a lot, but it's nearly impossible to get to a conclusion. But i got something that should help. I told him:
'She probably is happy'
He was confused, i realized my answer was not to the point. He asked me
'How do i know if she's really happy?'
I knew what i had to say
'If she's happy and if you are the reason, you'll see it in her glittering eyes when she looks at you, the smile she has when she texts you, the stammered sentences she says when she meets you'
He was satisfied with the answer. I was too :)
He still had one last unanswered question. Somewhere between our conversations. I felt he thought i'm one hell of a philosopher and it made me crack into a laugh.
'I want to protect her, always, how do i do that?'
This was easy to answer, unlike the first question he asked.
'You cannot always be with her, there will be times when she has to and will face her problems head on, you have to be her strength and her guiding force, with the help of which she will glide through her problems'
He just smiled. I was particularly not sure how he took it. But i think he understood.
I tell you his is a smile to fall for. We still talk sometimes. He still gives me the butterflies :)
Fact or fiction? I'll leave it to your imaginations.
Dedicated to Mr. mystery man,
P.S: Short stories are not my thing, i'll be waiting for your comments and views. :)












