She is all surprised, confused and happy to experience what she always wanted to happen between the protagonists of her favorite stories, in which she imagined herself in the heroine's role and the other wore a mask to wax the cat's curiosity.
After the dinner party with friends, he offered to drop her home. She readily agreed, lest he or someone else might change his decision. They need to walk a long stretch of an empty road with the big trees on both sides and dead leaves falling now and then, to reach her home. This is what made her jump for she thought walking together, that too in the moon light is the best romantic idea ever exists. After few calculations, she kept a distance short enough to let him feel that she is happy to be with him and long enough not to let him presume that she would advance any further leaving her honor behind.
They spoke of nothing for half the distance but she kept observing him in secret. his gait, his state of mind and surprised at his ease and doubted he might not be feeling a drop of what she feels. But this is not the time to be in melancholy, so she put this thought in store, to reconsider it in leisure and to get depressed freely. She wanted to break the ice by inventing a topic of his interest. But she has no knowledge either of politics or of sports or even of the movies. So she kept her mouth shut.
She loosened her hair to make them untangled and and left without tying. He turned to her for attention, which he already had till then and says "Tie your hairs." "Scared?" "No." "I like it free." "Tie your hairs." She obeyed it with no more questions when his request turned to command. She felt happy for he took the privilege of being authoritative. He smiled to himself for her quick reaction of his words.
They reached her house. She cursed the road for being so short, which at other times, got the same person's remarks of being stretched for too long and tiresome. She thanked him for coming along and wished him good night to show him, she is not impressed enough to invite him in. He walked back to leave. She stopped to see if he would try to look back. But to be waiting for him to see is considered almost equal to loosing her head. So she used the filmy trick of dropping something of her hand and trying to pick it. She bent like a dog but he didn't look back till he reached the corner. He waved his hand which prompted her to get up and run inside.
"Who is he? Why were you bent like that in the middle of the road? Are you OK?" her younger brother showered his concern. "No.. No. nothing" and she closed the door behind. She pondered on the events of the day, and segregated them in two kinds, one which support her belief he feels for her and other which support her doubt, he does not. Contrary to a general day, today is a special one, for she counted more events of the former kind. She is happy and prayed for more walking.., for walking with him all her life.
PS: I am ashamed of myself for mostly writing on love theme and letting you think - I think of nothing else.
