Our eyes met...
It was early morning when the roads were almost empty. I was driving – nay, almost flying – with a gentle smile on my face. It wasn’t everyday that I got a road so empty, so smooth. Up came my regular turn, I turned the steering wheel with a small flick of my wrist. Empty road again…and oh! There’s another car a little up in the distance. Never mind…I’m sure we’ll manage….
I reached right behind this little red car when…
Our eyes met. Naughty, twinkling eyes. Something came over me. I smiled at him. He got a bit confused. I smile back. He peered into the glass, then left, then right. “Is she smiling at me?” I’m sure that must’ve been on his mind. He didn’t smile back. I waved at him, a little shyly, but a wave, nevertheless. He didn’t wave back. I understood. I couldn’t see who it was, but there was someone with him. I sighed to myself, and peeled my eyes away.
But wait…out of the corner of my eye, I saw him throw his head back and laugh. What a lovely smile! He raised his hands and made animal shapes with them, his cute smile in place. He made funny faces and had his co-traveler double up. I knew he was performing for me. Men will perform for women. He stole a glance at me, I smiled back, he immediately averted his eyes and went back to his antics.
What a wonderful way to start a morning. I wanted to keep this vivid image in my mind.
I overtook his car and sped away.
Like I said – men will perform for women. And vice-versa. No matter what the age. No matter what the age difference. I am 31. He must have been 5.
I reached right behind this little red car when…
Our eyes met. Naughty, twinkling eyes. Something came over me. I smiled at him. He got a bit confused. I smile back. He peered into the glass, then left, then right. “Is she smiling at me?” I’m sure that must’ve been on his mind. He didn’t smile back. I waved at him, a little shyly, but a wave, nevertheless. He didn’t wave back. I understood. I couldn’t see who it was, but there was someone with him. I sighed to myself, and peeled my eyes away.
But wait…out of the corner of my eye, I saw him throw his head back and laugh. What a lovely smile! He raised his hands and made animal shapes with them, his cute smile in place. He made funny faces and had his co-traveler double up. I knew he was performing for me. Men will perform for women. He stole a glance at me, I smiled back, he immediately averted his eyes and went back to his antics.
What a wonderful way to start a morning. I wanted to keep this vivid image in my mind.
I overtook his car and sped away.
Like I said – men will perform for women. And vice-versa. No matter what the age. No matter what the age difference. I am 31. He must have been 5.
posted by ShaluBhuchar at
10:47 AM
6 Comments:
Funny....
A welcome change that it is not dark like the usual stuff
Dark is as dark feels. It was a light moment in the day. caught my fancy, so I wrote.
You still reading the stuff I write?
I'm surprised!
Hmmm I still read....like I read the poem you wrote for me ha ha ...no careful dont fall of the chair
I wrote for you?
Hm...I wonder which one you think I did.
The one in which you confess your undying love for me and how u miss me....go figure
You're talking about the one which says "I'd smile a lot more if you were here".
That's for my cousin who passed away.
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