A Wayside Plant

Credits: Rockfortrookie
Credits: Rockfortrookie

Her heart skipped a beat. There he was again. Every time she came out of her cabin, he was there. Was it just a coincidence or was he dying to see her too? Did he give false reasons as well? Just so as to meet her? She hoped so.

He had spoken to her once before; on farewell day at college. He was a shy and a brilliant student. She had never failed to notice his dressing and his mannerisms. He hadn’t met her before, but she had seen him every day of her college life. She had followed him, around the college. She had sat behind him in the canteen and savoured every moment without his knowledge. She was fully aware of his every move, every word. After all, love can happen to anyone.

They met quite a lot at work. It was  inevitable since their cabins were so close, but there was no closeness between them, yet. He just ignored her like a wayside plant. He walked away. He seemed busy with some files, or so she convinced herself. She stood transfixed, looking at his retreating figure.

She sighed. So close, yet. So far.

Some day, he’ll learn to notice the roadside creepers and then, he’ll notice her too.

How does that make you feel?