Hazel (Part - I)

"Why does she have such a cabalistic effect on me? 

 

Her alluring prettiness maybe? 

The way she smirks? 

May be the way she strokes her hand against her hair? 

Or it’s her astounding hazel eyes.

I wish if she would stop doing that"...Chinmoy murmured. 

 

Chinmoy: My God, Summs. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?

 

Sumona: Uff! Why you writers are always after a pair of eyes?? Could you not find a better pick-up line? And she giggled. 

 

May be the color of your eyes, Chinmoy said. 

 

When you stand in the light. They are startling. They look like the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they are deeply in love with you. Well, if I were an artist, I would have painted those. They are beautiful ...like the way you are.

 

After saying this Chinmoy slowly moved toward Sumona but then stopped, and pulled back. 

 

Sumona laughed uncontrollably. 

 

You know what Chins…you are too crazy. By the way, Mr., did you just lean forward with an intention to kiss me? You writers are too smart haan!

 

Both smiled.

 

Sumona leaned in close and said now you can see them clearly. But Chins, you have to tell me the reasons; i.e. why you like 'em?

C: Told you right. They are splendid. Fit you like a glove.

She punched his hands together. Glad you said that. Because they are yours.

C: What?

 

S: They are yours.

C: My what?

S: My eyes. They are yours. Take em!

C: Insane! What my eyes, your eyes... Don’t tell me you had had Vodka shots today. I could see its effect straight away! Ok. These are my eyes. Fine. But how will you manage to see if I take them?

 

S: Keep them with you. I don’t need em as long as you are around. I’ve peeped enough through these hazel eyes and for now I need you to hold em back.

 

C: You are mad Summs.

 

He chuckled and tapped her shoulder. 

 

Good. So today onwards am just a mere custodian of your eyes. I assumed it might be something severe. Well, so am prime keeping them? Chinmoy said.

S: Good boy. Now what do they look like to you? And Mr., stop staring at elsewhere apart from my hazel eyes. 

 

After saying this she looked tickled. 

 

Too many colors, He said. 

 

Initially I thought they were grey, after a detailed analysis I found them to be Hazel. (He purposefully used this word “analysis” as Sumona hates this word: P) Even once I thought they were greenish blue.

 

S: Interesting! Carry on. Am listening. Greenish blue…hmm: P

 

C: You know, we guys are not so good with colors, so yes, and greenish blue. You should be thankful that I didn’t say green like a cricket field or blue like surf excel.

S: Ok. Fair enough. Am glad that you made an attempt. So what color are they now?

 

She asked and then widened her eyes a little; moved closer; let him to look as long and deep as he would have sought for.

C: Well. Everything. They are everything. I could see through the depths of the pupils as they resemble to the underneath of the sea, that I know for sure - but I have never confronted them, and now am looking at the intense and meaningful gazes where I might need a little rescue if I get lost. I could feel that all loved things are meant to be greeted…with a tear in my heart and a poem in my eye…oops, in my borrowed pair of Hazel eyes.  

 

Both looked at each other and smiled. 

 

N.B: Everyone believes in love and would like to feel the essence of true love; at least once in their lifetime. As a teenager, I believed in it once too, back when I was eighteen. But now that I know love is chaotic; engulfed with materialistic lust…just like life. 

 

It takes so many twists and turns that no one could foretell or even comprehend, without leaving an alleyway of regrets in its wake. And yes, roughly always, those qualms steer to procrastination; prompting “if else”, “What could be”, “if I were” questions that could never be answered.