Angel.
I blew them away after making a wish and both our eyes follow the flight path of the eyelash from my palm in a parabola to the tabletop. We look at the eyelash on the table and then look at each other.
"Just go fly already! Make my wish come true!", I say at the lash.
I just love to make you laugh when I know you're about to cry.
Mind The Foot
He's here. He's finally in front of me. He's here. My kind is stuck on just these thoughts and my mouth is mumbling responses to his questions. For the first time ever I have felt so shy and the fault in not in me that I am this shy.
His gaze. It has the warmth of the sun and I feel like I'm in the desert trapped; in an afternoon at Sahara. His gaze burnt me. The tenderness was too much to bear and I am afraid that I will start crying if I hold his gaze for too long.
Our hands. They didn't allow each other to hold themselves but like kids refuse to leave the other alone too. We aren't holding our hands but they are brushing against one other as the air around us gets thicker with the excitement of meeting Al for the first time.
I was leading him up to the fourth floor of the mall but it never felt for a single moment that I am taking him somewhere. It was as if our feet were doing their work on their own. And right then, as I led him up the escalator I heard him say something.
"Mind your foot, Angel.", he said.
I looked below and found me leg too close to the rising escalator and if it was closer, I'd lose my toenail. I shifted my toes a bit behind.
But after that I placed them there again on the next floor, just to hear him say that again.
Mind the foot.
Al Junior
Clinging on to my arm, with not even a word uttered from your mouth, I knew what you were thinking. I knew that even though we met barely ten minutes ago and the time was yet hours away, my Angel was thinking about the moment I have to leave again for the city where I live.
18 hours away. States apart. I might return in as much as 7 months. For only a day or two. And despite the fact that I arrived less than 15 minutes ago, my adorable Angel was clinging on to my arm and thinking what will happen after I leave again to my residence.
And I sat there, on a bench across the 12D theater maze on the 3rd landing of the mall and thought of ways in which I can make my Angel smile. Even though I had millions of them, it can be a tricky thing to do as most of them would make her sentimental and make her weep.
"It's unfair.", I say and you loosen your grip just enough to look at my face. "You always ruin my surprises."
You look at me with a slight smile and I know that you aren't much thrilled by the idea of a surprise and honestly who would be in your situation?
"What do you call me affectionately?", I asked and your smile broadened.
"My Teddy Bear."
"I brought you something. Someone who will be with you here when I am not. An Al junior.", I said and brought forth a tiny little teddy bear hanging from a keychain and his arms extended as if a kid asking for a hug.
"You like it?", I say to tease you.
"I love this tiny Al junior.", you say.
"And me?", I ask pushing your face up to make our eyes meet.
"The most.", you say and once again cling close to my arm.
When I First "Saw" You
Getting off of the public transport and paying my fare I wondered why I had not received your call yet.
"Sorry but the Medical college is a few steps away. I came a bit ahead.", the driver said and I buzzed it away. Who minds walking a few meters, especially if you're going to meet your girlfriend for the first time.
Long distance relationships budding through IMs and meeting for the first time in ten months. Surely we had seen each other many times before. Skype and photographs shared and what not. But the adrenaline rush of meeting for the first time was still pumping in my blood.
I took the cellphone out and saw it had accidentally shut itself. "You're dead Al. Angel will kill you."
I took my cellphone out the whole walking towards the medical college. I switched it on and instantly came a call. My Angel.
Well. My murderer for now.
"Where Are you, Al? You know how scared I got? Where are you?"
"Shh. Where are you, Angel?" I inquired and saw the board screaming out loud the college was ten meters away.
"I am outside the college."
And right then I saw a flash of blue disappearing towards the wall. The ever anxious Angel was walking out her tension.
"Stay exactly where you are. Don't move." I say and my feet hurry up.
"Why?" Said a voice with the hint of a smile.
"Stay. Stay there only." I say again and hurry up but I had the river of roads to cross in between. "Stay right there," I said and planned to peek-a-boo, my cute girlfriend.
But. The curious cat was not one to settle. She turned and saw me and me for once stumbled. My Angel. And.
And.
We both crossed the road and got on the other side of the roads again.
In a rush, were we not?
Blush Blush!
"Why was your phone switched off?", was the first thing Angel said as soon as she saw me afore her.
Honey in my ears. Was all I could think at that time.
"You know how worried I got? In a new city all by yourself which has a strange accent.", Angel said.
So cute. She looks so cute when she is angry. I thought. We sat in the public transport and I sat next to her. I tapped her hand with my elbow.
"What?" Angel said looking at her bag. I shoved her twice this time with my shoulder on her shoulder.
"What is it, Al!", she exclaimed smiling at her bag.
"I love you blushing Angel.", I said and she was more and more focused on her bag with a smile which threatened to run out of her face.
Sleep Angel
"There. That was the last word to scribble into.", I said out loud and leaned back against the backrest of the chair. I was working today from morning on my project and Al was helping me in between; sometimes directly in my project and sometimes in relaxing me.
Finally finished this boring project; I was just thinking when Al hugged me from behind and scared me.
"My angel must be tired naa?", Al asked.
"Yes. A looooooooooooot.", I replied and leaned back on Al to support my back.
"Let me make my Angel sleep.", he said and shifted both of my arms behind his head in the process to get me in his arms.
"No! Not at all Al, I still have some college work left.", I protested but still he carried me to bed and asked me to sleep which I was constantly refusing.
"Angel u have to two options; either sleep or", he began.
"I am not going to sleep, Al.", I interrupted.
"Ok. Don't sleep. I will use my second option then.", he said and even before completing his sentence I was with him on our bike.
I kept asking all the way as he drove that Al where we are going, but he didn't tell me anything . Finally, we stopped somewhere and asked me to wait. He came back with his hands behind his back and he again asked me to come with him but this time he walked and I followed his footsteps. He lead us to a seat on a lakeside, where the new moon was shining on the calm water. He revealed his hands to show that they were full of a lot of butterscotch ice creams; our favorite.
I took all the Ice creams from his hands at once but he cheated. He invited me to hug him and all my ice creams were on the ground. When I released from his hug I looked down at the cones of ice creams which fell and looked at him with a slightly dejected face. Then he took out one more cone of ice cream and I hugged him, even more, tighter.
"Why u didn't give me this ice cream?", I asked as I unwrapped the ice cream from its paper wrapper. "If those would have fallen you were going to eat it alone? I am not talking to you.", I said faux angry.
He pretended to be scared and said. "I didn't give because I knew my cute Angel can leave everything to hug me and I wanted
to give her what she needs the most.", he said and I leaned in closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. As he whispered a promise to give me everything in my ear while we saw the new moon.
Promoted
Thank you.
I was once just an article of insignificance. Waiting in the glass case to be bought and kept forever in a glass case. I am an imitation of an animal but I rarely and barely resemble it. I am stuffed with cotton and have a faux velvet for my skin to give the appearance of being furry. I have beady eyes which never blink and stare into the void.
Yes, you guessed it accurately. I am a stuffed animal. Meant to be shifted from one glass case to other, if not degraded more. The tales of my kind being degraded vary from teen girls using us to fight and little boys using us to practicing autopsy. The degradation just goes up from here.
But I have been promoted.
I am past the degree and valor of the stuffed animal that I actually am and always will be, but have been promoted to various levels of representation. This is my tale.
I sat under the glass case and my siblings who were identical to me looked at the roof until; a lad with a goofy smile which spread from ear to ear and with a finger pointed to me and shook his head in a vigorous motion which threatened to drop his head off his shoulder. The owner of the shop reached luckily for me and handed me to the boy.
There was something in his touch that made me realize how my life has changed to a tale. He handled me with the care one handles a newborn. As if I was a structure made of ash. As if I am the paper of the dead sea scroll. And he looked at me with care and affection which seemed unnatural.
Once we were at his home he kissed my forehead and mumbled a feminine name. His Angel. She was far far away
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