Starting Over

Two days before the summer holidays would be over. The street was filled with energetic little kids bustling in and out of the books and other shops which offered valuable discounts for the upcoming session. He wanted to head straight towards the ice cream parlour where his friends would be waiting for him, but a certain petite looking woman caught his attention. She was passing through the doors of one of the most popular book shops unaware of his eyes which were tracing her movements.

He stealthily followed her inside. While she was searching for books in the biography section, he browsed randomly through Non-fictions. Stealing glances from the texts he could see the similar quirks which made him fall in love with her. The excitement whenever she found something new, the scrunching of her nose when a certain book had not been titled aptly; suddenly he felt a rush of adrenaline .

He knew he had to face her , no matter what he had to talk to her. “Keya ,” her name rolled out smoothly out his tongue.

She slowly turned to face him. He thought she would be enraged, or probably disgusted ; but as usual she surpassed his imagination.  Keya was smiling at him , waving him to walk over towards her.

“How have you been? ” she whispered , eyeing left and right to check if somebody was eavesdropping.

“ The same as you,” really smart Arvind he berated himself.

“I always knew you were secretly a seer,” she then thrusted a book towards him the title of which said ‘LET’S START ALL OVER AGAIN’.

He was left speechless for a while , then as if he was struck with a bucket of cold water. Arvind looked at her with a sheepish smile “ I can do that.”

Copyright: meloheart

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