He’d seen her many times in the library.
The woman with the slightly lost expression.
Amidst Milton and Asimov she was his very own Shakuntala.
What is it that you read,
Pages after pages,
When all I can see
is the look on your face
and its intelligent cut?
She was there today as well.God,she was something,he thought.He looked on as she sat at the table,seemingly lost in John Keats.Somehow,he wondered what it was that she saw in all that poetry.
It is not Keats that I love,
If only you knew..
He went upto the Physics section,looking for something else to rest his mind upon.He did find something and he sat down with it,lost in its pages.Only to look up after a while and see that she was gone.
Maybe I am not as intelligent as you are..
John Keats and William Blake do not a woman make..
Next day he saw her in the physics section.
Browsing through a magazine.
With the same lost expression.
Has she forgotten Keats,he wondered..
He gave her a raised eyebrow.She looked away.
I know what you’re thinking.
I hope you understand what I’m thinking too..
He went back to the familiar smell of the rusty cupboards and yellowed books.Sometimes,in the midst of his reading,he would just look up and she would still be there,poring over something.He always left her to continue her reading.
Why do I get the feeling
that you have something to say?
He decided enough was enough.I can atleast make conversation,he wondered..
I will walk upto you
and say Hello..
Apparently, she felt the same too.For here she was, walking upto him.She sat down on the chair and extended her hand.
Seen you around the place,thought I’d make conversation.
Well,that has been on my mind for a really long time.
Ah,I was wondering about that too.
So,you seem to like physics a lot..
Well,I do love Physics.
There,she just spoilt it!He didn’t want to discuss Physics..It was just a part of his life.He wanted her to talk about herself,or maybe even tell him about Keats,not ask him what he thought about physics!
I think I saw a new book of Keats on the display this morning,he reminded her gently,scratching his head.
Oh,that sounds nice..will check it out.
If only you would realise
that it is not Keats that I am trying to understand,
Teach me something that I do not know as yet..
I have to get back home,he said.
Ah,same here.See you around.
Tomorrow was after all another day,he thought.
We’ll do better tomorrow..that was some beginning.