THE PLEASURE OF READING

I cannot remember when I started to enjoy reading. To read for the sheer pleasure of living in that well woven story and beyond. I cannot...

17 August 2012

Watching it crack...



*** I hope it's not too obvious that I couldn't come up with a better tittle for this post ***

She felt like he was ignoring her. He neither replied her texts nor picked up when she called him last night. She assumed that he’d fallen asleep earlier than usual. In the morning she had been in the shower when he called. She’d called back and though he answered his phone, he sounded too distant, like one who was been distracted from something very important. She grabbed at her old Nokia mobile phone and dialled him and listened as it rang, but hang up before he could answer it. She logged into her twitter account and was not surprised that he was all over the time-line. She had become accustomed to his excessive tweets about technology, sports, politics and whatever else was trending. He was quite savvy when it came to social sites.

Nancy remembered the first time they met. It was in an elevator at his former office. She had gone there to apply for a part time job which she never got anyway. On that first day, she had admired how he flirted with all the women in there, except her of course. Well, she was the only stranger there. After the rude receptionist had reluctantly accepted her application and informed her not to raise her hopes at all, Nancy had stood by the elevators waiting to see if he would show up again.
After a long time of watching the elevator doors open and close, people enter and exit, he finally showed up. There were not many people at that time and she waited for him to enter an empty one before running in to join him. She kept hoping he’d chat her up and was disappointed when they reached the ground floor and she had to exit. She thought about going lower with him to the parking lot beneath but decided against it. What would she do when they got to the parking lot and it was obvious that she didn’t own a car there? It was better not being acknowledged than being thought stupid.
Would he really? No! She was convinced that he wanted jut as much as she did to be with her. She wanted so much to go over to his place and just while the time away together. She thought with nostalgia of those days when they hang out all the time. When they went out to lunch and ate from each other’s plate. When they sipped each other’s juice completely oblivious of the stares they got from the other people in the soft drinks parlor. She remembered them strolling aimlessly on hot afternoons. Oh, the thoughtless things they did together!
She picked up her books and decided to leave the library. She would go to him. Wait, he wasn’t home. And she hadn’t read a sentence since he entered the large well equipped library over two hours ago.