26 January 2010

Coz you're beautiful..

At the very outset, Happy Birthday Blog, it's been two years :)

To the one I love :)

Song dedication : Edge of Desire by John Mayer

He walked down those stairs, one by one, hoping with each step that what he'd been looking for in the entire market, would finally be here. Sale time is just annoying. You enter the market and all you see is big posters glaring into your eyes, red, black, blue, with even more huge numbers being forcefully stuffed into your brain. Yes, that's all. Good clothes are always rare. So yes, Jaimie, went down those stairs, hoping he'd find the jacket he had been looking for. Stripes of two bright colours and a zipper with a hood. It was that precise.

He entered the first shop in the basement market. On the right was a long line of thick sweaters of varied colours. On the other side, was another line of T-shirts. And finally somewhere in the corner of the L-shaped shop, was a line of jackets. The corner was away from the owner's eyes. Jaimie wondered, if people shoplifted here. With a simple glimpse of the eye, Jaimie could make out that the piece of his choice wasn't there. But his eye had been caught by something else. A beautiful girl, with jet black her and sharp features was standing there, holding a white sweater. She was sparkling there among the gloom of winter clothing. Her skin was flawless, her eyes so black and wide, her clothing simply awesome. Jaimie lost his heart right there.

The girl turned to the spectator. She moved towards him. Jaimie's heart started thumbing madly. Did she know? What would she say? Would she slap me? Such thoughts circled Jaimie's mind. Once she was just next to him, she said in her melodious voice, "Hi, my brother is just about your size, do you mind trying this on, so I could see if it would fit him?"

Thank God. That's what kept revolving around Jaimie's mind. He gladly took the sweater. He took off his, revealing his black shirt and a bit of his naked tummy. He then inserted his head into the white sweater, struggled to find the head and sleeve openings and once he did, took his body parts out of them. He then adjusted the sweater to his body type, and finally she could see how the sweater would look.

It fitted him perfectly. It was as if, his grandmother had knitted the sweater to his size. And the white colour matched perfectly with the black collar that stuck out. She then said, "It's so pretty, thanks, I think I'll buy it." She ran her hand down Jaimie's chest feeling the wool of the sweater. And then there was a moment of silence. Both of them kept staring at each other, lost in each others eyes. It was love.

He then felt her cheek with his palm. And then she dragged him into the trail room. And then he kissed her. And she kissed him back. And then love was sealed. And then she took out a pen from her purse and wrote him her number on his soft palm. And he kept smiling.

Jaimie then asked, "Can I keep this sweater?"
And she nodded and moved towards the exit of the shop. Jaimie followed her, and saw her making conversation with the shop owner. That sent chills down his spine. What if they had a hidden camera? What if this was the unseen corner and to curb shop lifting, they kept camera surveillance? What if he was screwed?

But he remained confident. He kept walking, however slowly, towards the gate. He overheard them saying,

"Sorry Bhai, there is nothing nice in your shop."
"There is Little Sister, you just have too high standards."

Fuck. That's what now circled in Jaimie's head. They were siblings. He was now dead. The Brother would surely beat him up. But he still remained confident, and went ahead. She had left by now.

"Yes," said Mr. Brother.
"Just this one white sweater I am wearing," Jaimie said.
"500 please. Do you want me to pack your other sweater?"
"Thank you so much," Jaimie said handing him a 500 note.
"Your welcome," Mr Brother said, handing him the bag with his old sweater.

And then it was over. He didn't know. And Jaimie was happy. Not only did he not know, he didn't even see the number on his palm. That reminded him, he had to call her. After all she loved him too. Why else would she make him try the sweater?