She was sitting on the beach, writing. She was afraid of water but she loved watching it. She loved all dreamy things.
He walked past her, and then turned. The hair tied in a bun. The slight tilt of the head. The eyes staring into nothingness. The tattoo on the neck. He walked back. “Hi.” He said. She threw her head back and looked at him with one eye open. He smiled his most charming smile and plopped down next to her.
“I am Aditya. You live here?”
Always too eager.
“By here if you mean the beach then I only wish I could.”
Unwanted company never made her happy. He looked like he wanted to say something then thought better of it and kept silent. Finally, after some silence she closed her book and got up.
“I should get going. Nice to see you.” She smiled. And he knew he would like her. It was one of those few brilliant smiles that lit everything up. Only cliché about her.
“See you around. Do you come to the beach often?”
“Whenever I can, and whenever it isn’t too crowded.”
Then she turned and walked away. He wanted to stop her and talk to her. He stared sat her till she walked to the road. The legs in shorts and just the right amount of curves was what he noticed the most. He turned and looked at the water. It was turning out to be a pleasant Sunday.
A sudden urge gripped him. He had to know that he would meet her again. So he got up and ran faster than he knew he could. He reached the street and there she was, walking away. He casually caught up with her. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He had never been more embarrassed. Just as he was wondering what to say, she gave him a smirk.
They talked about inconsequential things for some time. Then he finally asked, “Your name is? Sorry if I am intruding.”
“Anya. Don’t worry; I’d kill you if you were troubling me.” She winked. He gasped and then laughed too hard. Trying too much.
They walked for sometime in silence. She stopped outside a building. She asked in a suddenly animated voice, “Have you seen the water from up there? It is hauntingly beautiful. I go up there once in a while. You want to come along?”
He knew he had a chance with her. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t like tall buildings. He said, “I’ll come. Don’t really have anything to do.” A doubtful shadow then crossed his face. “But isn’t this the haunted building? No one’s lived here apparently.”
“I know. And that is what makes the view all the more surreal. There’s only water and rocks below. Nothing else.”
She took his hand and led him. He followed. He felt he knew her. She drew him in. She raced to the top laughing her enchanting laugh. As he walked behind her all he could think of was how beautiful her body was.
They reached the top and like she said; it was stunning.
He turned to look at her. She pointed towards the corner of the building and they sat there at the edge. They listened to the rhythm of waves for some time. Then he said,” You are beautiful. Your eyes gleam.”
She looked at him with a distant look, “I said that to a guy some years back. His eyes gleamed too. I really loved him.”
“What did he say?”
“He called me fat.”
Then he remembered. Tania.
When he fell, the last thing he saw was the wicked smile and the sexy body.
Next morning, the newspapers had a small mention of a suicide from a haunted building.
“Now he’ll know not to call a girl fat.” She smiled.
He walked past her, and then turned. The hair tied in a bun. The slight tilt of the head. The eyes staring into nothingness. The tattoo on the neck. He walked back. “Hi.” He said. She threw her head back and looked at him with one eye open. He smiled his most charming smile and plopped down next to her.
“I am Aditya. You live here?”
Always too eager.
“By here if you mean the beach then I only wish I could.”
Unwanted company never made her happy. He looked like he wanted to say something then thought better of it and kept silent. Finally, after some silence she closed her book and got up.
“I should get going. Nice to see you.” She smiled. And he knew he would like her. It was one of those few brilliant smiles that lit everything up. Only cliché about her.
“See you around. Do you come to the beach often?”
“Whenever I can, and whenever it isn’t too crowded.”
Then she turned and walked away. He wanted to stop her and talk to her. He stared sat her till she walked to the road. The legs in shorts and just the right amount of curves was what he noticed the most. He turned and looked at the water. It was turning out to be a pleasant Sunday.
A sudden urge gripped him. He had to know that he would meet her again. So he got up and ran faster than he knew he could. He reached the street and there she was, walking away. He casually caught up with her. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He had never been more embarrassed. Just as he was wondering what to say, she gave him a smirk.
They talked about inconsequential things for some time. Then he finally asked, “Your name is? Sorry if I am intruding.”
“Anya. Don’t worry; I’d kill you if you were troubling me.” She winked. He gasped and then laughed too hard. Trying too much.
They walked for sometime in silence. She stopped outside a building. She asked in a suddenly animated voice, “Have you seen the water from up there? It is hauntingly beautiful. I go up there once in a while. You want to come along?”
He knew he had a chance with her. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t like tall buildings. He said, “I’ll come. Don’t really have anything to do.” A doubtful shadow then crossed his face. “But isn’t this the haunted building? No one’s lived here apparently.”
“I know. And that is what makes the view all the more surreal. There’s only water and rocks below. Nothing else.”
She took his hand and led him. He followed. He felt he knew her. She drew him in. She raced to the top laughing her enchanting laugh. As he walked behind her all he could think of was how beautiful her body was.
They reached the top and like she said; it was stunning.
He turned to look at her. She pointed towards the corner of the building and they sat there at the edge. They listened to the rhythm of waves for some time. Then he said,” You are beautiful. Your eyes gleam.”
She looked at him with a distant look, “I said that to a guy some years back. His eyes gleamed too. I really loved him.”
“What did he say?”
“He called me fat.”
Then he remembered. Tania.
When he fell, the last thing he saw was the wicked smile and the sexy body.
Next morning, the newspapers had a small mention of a suicide from a haunted building.
“Now he’ll know not to call a girl fat.” She smiled.
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