She winked at me. That moment...that second in space, warmed the blood rushing through my veins. I was happy. I felt attractive. I felt desired.
I had never seen her before today. I stood above a crack in the sidewalk waiting for the light to change. I was focused, running my life through my mind like a projector on the wall. I was blindly moving forward, being herded by my fellow pedestrians into a route of no concern.
She dodged a woman with a large brimmed hat making her way hastily through the marching men. She swerved into my path, obstructing my course. I froze. She smiled. She winked as she brushed aside me on her way to a fortunate destination. I marched forward with my head titled towards the clouds.
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This particular prose didn't really happen. I mean, it probably did but I didn't have a specific experience in mind while writing this. The point of this is very relevant to what I deem an oddity of being me. For a guy who pursues his passions with an extreme determination, I am typically quite content with a smile from a woman. It's usually enough. A simple interest, even for the briefest of moments, lasts weeks within my skull. Am I afraid? Am I pathetically insecure? Why so satisfied from an expression quite mysterious? Why is that enough?
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Thank you for the birthday wish...and I hope the dust settles here. They cut off the news channels here and only the government run channels are running. People from Human Rights Resource Commission were held at the police station near my home and the lawyers were beaten and arrested on charges of terrorism by the policemen who haven't studied past grade 4.
Despite what our president tells yours, arresting the educated class and setting up sandbags in our own cities is not fighting terrorism.
This was a lovely post. For a minute I thought you had found someone. I don't know much...but small gestures like the one you mentioned--they seem enough when you're pulling through a lot of hurt from a past relationship. I wouldn't know though. Never had any. :)
What lovely prose!!!
I loved it!!
xoxooxox
hey pagoda, :)
A.Joe here. I changed the link of my blog from blank-face to blank-faces. Thought you should know.
You haven't blogged in a while, hope everything is okay.
Take care.
where have you been???????
I hope you're ok.
xoxooxoxo
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