He looked at the grey Ford Taurus on the right as he pulled in to his favorite parking lot.
He wished he could meet her today. He would ask her out for a coffee, or even a dinner.
He wished he could meet her today. He would ask her out for a coffee, or even a dinner.
“A man got to have some guts. When you had a chance you didn’t ask her. Now fuck you!! “
he cursed himself aloud.
He has been seeing the grey Ford, and the black chevy before that, for the last ten years.
She always came early to work. Once in a while when she gets late, he left her favorite parking lot for her. At times they would see each other. He still remembers how he missed to breath when he first saw her. She was single. Luckily he too was. A few more meetings and conversations and he thought he was ready to ask her out.
Then one spring day he saw her kissing a man in a pickup truck in the same parking lot. She winked at him when he looked casually at the new truck. He smiled and walked away. Then he met his girlfriend and seemed happy. The truck came many times. He wished it never came again. Some day that happened. She came earlier than usual and left later than usual for a lot of days after that. Then they met again. When she asked, he wanted to lie to her that he was single. He cursed himself then. Now he is single again. She seemed to be single too. He would ask her if he met her today.
He has been seeing the grey Ford, and the black chevy before that, for the last ten years.
She always came early to work. Once in a while when she gets late, he left her favorite parking lot for her. At times they would see each other. He still remembers how he missed to breath when he first saw her. She was single. Luckily he too was. A few more meetings and conversations and he thought he was ready to ask her out.
Then one spring day he saw her kissing a man in a pickup truck in the same parking lot. She winked at him when he looked casually at the new truck. He smiled and walked away. Then he met his girlfriend and seemed happy. The truck came many times. He wished it never came again. Some day that happened. She came earlier than usual and left later than usual for a lot of days after that. Then they met again. When she asked, he wanted to lie to her that he was single. He cursed himself then. Now he is single again. She seemed to be single too. He would ask her if he met her today.
May be a coffee at starbucks. May be, just may be, a dinner at carrabbas.
“You need to fall in love to live through the falling economy” he had told himself last day as he pulled out of interstate.
He looked through the tinted glass as he got out of his car. She was there!
Face on the wheel, both hands on wither sides, she was crying.He remembered how she came in to his arms and wept on his shoulders when he knocked her glasses on the day of 9/11. She seemed to fit just right. Made for his arms. That was the only time he saw her crying in her car. Only time he hugged her. He lifted his hand to knock the glass.
Then he saw the cardboard box on the passenger seat. He saw in it, books, momentos, coffee
cup, staple, ear phones and her name plate.
God... Oh God my job...
He drew his hand away and turned towards the office doors -the automatic glass doors which he passed every day for the last fifteen years. He saw police cars in front of it. He ran towards the doors, past many who walked out with cardboard boxes.
“You need to fall in love to live through the falling economy” he had told himself last day as he pulled out of interstate.
He looked through the tinted glass as he got out of his car. She was there!
Face on the wheel, both hands on wither sides, she was crying.He remembered how she came in to his arms and wept on his shoulders when he knocked her glasses on the day of 9/11. She seemed to fit just right. Made for his arms. That was the only time he saw her crying in her car. Only time he hugged her. He lifted his hand to knock the glass.
Then he saw the cardboard box on the passenger seat. He saw in it, books, momentos, coffee
cup, staple, ear phones and her name plate.
God... Oh God my job...
He drew his hand away and turned towards the office doors -the automatic glass doors which he passed every day for the last fifteen years. He saw police cars in front of it. He ran towards the doors, past many who walked out with cardboard boxes.
The doors seemed far far away.
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Balaaa...ur story ,though packed in a sweet sugar-candy of love,tells us the fear in your mind ,in the minds of millions of Indians working there...in this period of recession....the need to cling on something/someone to face the falling economy...
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