'Hello' i said to this beautiful face whom i have been seeing since i am coming to this building. she didn't answer anything to my hello, but she gave me a look while moving up stairs. 'aaa hello....well don't think that i am bothering you....'. She stopped and listens to me casually. 'Well.....i am just trying to be friendly..... i have noticed you here.......and i wont ask your name.... because i already know your name....your shining name is sunny.....'. Her expressions were a little awkward maybe she wanted to show that she has got creepy feeling.' ohh don't feel uncomfortable and awkward i know your name because you are kind of celebrity here....everyone praises your beauty and intellect'. She seemed okay now and a little interested in my talks. 'Well i am mohit.... some people know me in here....i am also a kind of celebrity.... in the flat.... where we met earlier....remember...?' she looked a little confused but listening. 'Do you know stefen....stefeni..... on new year eve she introduced you to me.....from there also.... i remember your name....' . Wow now she smiled then i noticed that we have been standing since i started to talk to her and she stopped exactly in front the flat i am staying in. 'Maybe you would like to have a cup of tea at my place.....actually stefen is out for holidays so i was staying here to look after her place...'. i pointed to the door. she looked at the door then at me. I couldn't understand it, maybe i was too quick to ask this so to manage i said 'dont think i am a creep or something....' and then the truth came 'actually i was feeling very lonely and desperate...... well i am desperate, i wanted to talk to someone.......just wanted to talk'. All of sudden i felt very tired, like i will loose my senses so i sit on stairs. i saw into her eyes, i saw compassion for me so i thought maybe i should continue speaking....because at least someone is listening so i continued 'i am in love with a poetess.... we never dated or something.....through her poetry i falled in love with her....'. She was listening like she wanted me to say this. i told her the pain i am going through, ' i have been waiting to meet her for last three years....i never knew waiting for someone could be this much painful.... and everyday it grows....' maybe i had tears in eyes but i don't remember, ' when ever i read any poetry or see her, i feel little relaxed.....today i saw her after a long time.... but today....today...the pain grows and makes me feel hollowed till my core....', suddenly the door of the flat i am staying in opened. it's John. 'what the fuck...! you were talking to a cat....how come you can talk to a cat....?' he was puzzled. 'the same way, i talk to you' i answered.
mohit kant mishra
may 4, 2014 03:35 hrs delhi
