I saw...

Our eyes locked for a moment. I could see his eyes, smoldering with passion and intensity. I could see anger and frustration as well as the fire that drove him to be who he was. And then he turned around and started walking away. I looked down, took a deep breath and waited. I knew he would be back, he had to. His life was at stake and so was mine. I watched as he walked away, carefully counting his steps as he always did. There was me and there was him. The millions around did not matter. I could see him and that’s all I saw. And I could see what he was doing, and I could picture what he would do in a while. I waited, ready for him when he came back. And then he turned, pausing for a moment, assessing me one last time before he ran towards me. The tension was building up. I watched him, unblinking, my sight fixed on one thing. A fraction of time passed. He hurled the ball at me, I met it with the middle of my bat, and the umpire raised both his hands high up in the air. I had hit a six yet again.

Comments

Ipshita Chowdhury said…
haha!! that was cool! good build up! good deception!
November 21, 2006 at 4:35:00 PM PST
svety said…
this is most most entertaining
November 22, 2006 at 6:41:00 PM PST
rayshma said…
really cool!
write more often, gurl!
December 8, 2006 at 12:21:00 PM PST
Unknown said…
Hey Aarthi...U r a cool writer...that was quite a blog !!! its so lively u knw...nice narration
February 8, 2007 at 12:50:00 PM PST
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