He sat with his legs crossed on the pavement right across her balcony
Untouched unmoved undisturbed...
He never exhibited a single expression on his face...
This made him obviously unobtrusive...
She approached him with some hesitance...
Wary of his unkept looks but somewhere confident about his impending sanity she cautiously put forth a subtle hello...
This kind of sudden warmth dazzled him at first...
But being as non judgemental as he was he replied with a neutral Hi...
She wanted to know his story...
The reason for his royal looks being tattered to wilderness
His deep blue eyes were unnerving
And so were his auburn brown hair
He by no way could be an ordinary man she thought
Would he be a poet, a nobleman, a musician, a heartbroken lover, an abandoned prince??? she thought...
He on the other hand completely incognizant of her interest in him sat in his usual nullness
She was intruding in a way
But he wasn't the kind who bothered
While she thought if offering him a meal would break the ice, He thought of nothing but his next meal
Without uttering a word she offered him some broth and bread
He took it right away and ate it in peace
He did not care to thank
However she had her expectations right in place...
Next day she smiled at him but he kept his gaze constant without letting a single line on his face move...
She was taken aback...
She was used to judging people...
She again offered him some soup
The instance repeated...
And this went on for days on the end....
He never uttered a single word of gratitude
While her desperation to know more about him rocketed sky high
He had all emotions in her ignited...
Emotions of anger rage sometimes even hatred...
She wondered why she kept feeding him...
So she stopped offering him food...
He remained the way he was...
He did look out for food and got it any which ways...
She however never remained the same...
Would she die if she had never known him?
Would he die if she had never fed him?
Probably no...
Would it make a difference if he ever had a conversation with her???
We never know...
But what we definitely know is...
That whatever his story was being non judgemental made his life easier... And being otherwise made her life not so easy...
Way to go folks...
Not all tales have a story to please...
#notsotinytale
- Prajakta Sathe.
Untouched unmoved undisturbed...
He never exhibited a single expression on his face...
This made him obviously unobtrusive...
She approached him with some hesitance...
Wary of his unkept looks but somewhere confident about his impending sanity she cautiously put forth a subtle hello...
This kind of sudden warmth dazzled him at first...
But being as non judgemental as he was he replied with a neutral Hi...
She wanted to know his story...
The reason for his royal looks being tattered to wilderness
His deep blue eyes were unnerving
And so were his auburn brown hair
He by no way could be an ordinary man she thought
Would he be a poet, a nobleman, a musician, a heartbroken lover, an abandoned prince??? she thought...
He on the other hand completely incognizant of her interest in him sat in his usual nullness
She was intruding in a way
But he wasn't the kind who bothered
While she thought if offering him a meal would break the ice, He thought of nothing but his next meal
Without uttering a word she offered him some broth and bread
He took it right away and ate it in peace
He did not care to thank
However she had her expectations right in place...
Next day she smiled at him but he kept his gaze constant without letting a single line on his face move...
She was taken aback...
She was used to judging people...
She again offered him some soup
The instance repeated...
And this went on for days on the end....
He never uttered a single word of gratitude
While her desperation to know more about him rocketed sky high
He had all emotions in her ignited...
Emotions of anger rage sometimes even hatred...
She wondered why she kept feeding him...
So she stopped offering him food...
He remained the way he was...
He did look out for food and got it any which ways...
She however never remained the same...
Would she die if she had never known him?
Would he die if she had never fed him?
Probably no...
Would it make a difference if he ever had a conversation with her???
We never know...
But what we definitely know is...
That whatever his story was being non judgemental made his life easier... And being otherwise made her life not so easy...
Way to go folks...
Not all tales have a story to please...
#notsotinytale
- Prajakta Sathe.
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