Sunday, 27 December 2009

He Meets.

After missing her by that table, even though she sat right before me, with the din of the bar around us, it all became silent, and her words, rung - rung like a bell in the dark. And it was then I realised that I have completed a cycle - looking at those button-like, full, beautiful eyes that once was mine.

A man meets three kinds of women in his life; the one he loved, but never could attain; the one he loved, but was never truly loved back by; the One he could have loved, but never really loved till it was too late. I've seen them all now. I've seen them all.