I saw her looking at me.
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She was right in front of me, looking at me despite the numerous objects that could distract her attention. I secretly wished that she looked away. I loathed being scrutinized by her gaze.
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Her gaze. Piercing right through my body and deep into my soul. Scrutinizing every bit of my existence.
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She tried well to hide her curiosity but my growing familiarity with her scrutiny read the questions that she intended to ask.
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“Who are you?”
A wanderer – not lost yet not found either.
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“What do you want?”
Space – Physical, virtual, ethical, spiritual but spotless.
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“Are you screaming?”
If you could only hear me from within.
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“Your path of reclamation?”
The one which I alone can find and I alone must tread on.
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“Sooner or later?”
Sooner it must be for I have wandered a lot.
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“I hope you do..”
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Her gaze softened. I knew she had no more questions. Yet I knew she would come back with more if I took to wandering again. She looked away. I wish she had looked at me for some more time but I knew and she knew that a reflection on the mirror lasts only till the individual looks at the mirror.
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A Libran, Rashmi Ramachandra dotes on her morning cup of coffee. The family’s official juke box, Rashmi is a trained classical singer, an MBA in Marketing and HR who very soon found out that radio was her actual calling as it kept her close to the one thing that she loves the most – Music. A huge Harry Potter fan, she is trying to create a broomless version of the quidditch. ‘Life is too precious to complicate’ is what she lives by.