You can admire a person with all your senses. And we humans, use just one or two of our sense. There was a time when we truly used all our senses to communicate love, affection, hatred and what not. But with time, we decided to stick to the easiest-vision. Thanks to Social networking :)
There's a beauty in every smell. You have to learn to smell someone to admire the complexities in which she (or he) is created. Every person is created to wear a smell, artificial or natural, and that smell is actually a part of her which the body realizes later. It's like some eyes look beautiful and can only be truly appreciated when lined with light kohl. Never mind- face, eyes, complexion that's it for you!
Now a crowded place like a mall proved great hunting grounds for me. You could get the elitists, the non-elites, the working class, the innocent ones, the arrogant ones, the fair ones, the dark ones; the fruity, the chocolaty, the strong and repulsive and the usual talcum. Some flaunt their fragrances by standing still and letting it spread like incense from a lobe while a few rush through leaving behind lingering strands of perfume.
Let me delve deep and pull out the best fragrance of the lot. The fragrance that made me swoon and do a pirouette on my feet for more of that intoxication.
I was at the CCD, Inorbit mall Vashi.
There I was brooding over a cup of coffee and frowning over my decision to order an Espresso (Nescafe is better J). I was waiting for a friend who being a girl was exercising all her feminine rights to arrive late. And then I saw the lady of my dreams. Fine, she was not even close to the one I dream about, she was just out of my reach even in my dreams but at that moment she was the one I would have loved to dream about. (Aha! My subtle justifications!)
I was inside the coffee shop surrounded by the glass walls and she was seating across the diagonal couch, talking to a friend of hers. She was facing me and I was facing her. What coincidence, we faced each other.
Now, do I need to tell you that the moment I saw her I fell for her smile? Ok, I need to tell you that. I fell for her smile. Today I am not in a mood to describe beauty at its marvelous best, beauty that could astound you to the extent of delusions, so cut to the chase. I took out my mobile, went to the text editor mode and I wrote a long "something" about her. I had to lift my head and look at her after every five seconds. She noticed that and even I noticed her noticing my "intended to go unnoticed stupid staring". Anyways, I think she knew what was I doing and even the waiter. The bugger kept grinning at me which made me grin back at him.
Soon she finished her coffee. She stood up, gave one of those fleeting glances (sigh!) and walked towards the counter. Her friend waited their at the table, with those empty cups. I wondered why was she coming to the counter to make the payment. But then I decided to make everyone wonder as well and walked to the counter, to pay the bill even before it was handed over to me. And then, something unmistakably amazing happened. As I was standing close to her, someone gave me a push. It was the same waiter. And exactly at the same time, she turned to return. Her eyes, nose, lips, the entire face came dangerously close to mine and at the exact same moment she whispered before I could, "Oh, sorry!"
Ah! the beauty of the word "Oh!" lies in the 'h'. Without the 'h', it would be just an 'O'. The way it makes the throat open up and the lungs to constrict for that gasp to so rightfully come out. My gratitude to the word 'h' that her breath, deep from within her lungs carrying with itself the fragrance-la-unforgettable, crashed against me.
It was the most beautiful fragrance of a female-smeller's life. It was a revelation, a discovery, a ground-breaking but also heart-breaking moment for me.
The smell of coffee with a hint of mint. YES! The mint had survived the exploits of something as strong as a coffee and lived beyond what was expected to produce the unexpected. I almost tasted the smell. And the sensations enlivened the images- her smile, two empty coffee cups, glass walls, a grinning waiter and her smile and me. A complete cycle.
She turned and walked away leaving behind the smell that not lingered, but deeply flushed into the fibrous origins of my lungs. All I could get of the divine creator of that fragrance was the number of her Scooty! A true admirer always keeps his chances afloat.
I am again going to that CCD and I wish when I order a coffee at CCD out of nowhere a fragment of that fragrance crosses me, and out of nowhere, I see her walking past me, to the counter. Same thing which I had dreamed of from last couple of days.
But I still have her Scooty number. A true admirer always keeps his chances afloat.
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