she smiles.

she looks down at her palm pilot.

a picture pops out.the picture of a young boy.
the glint in his hazel eyes makes her smile despite herself.

it was always those eyes.
they always captivated her.hypnotised her and made her smile.

she had just returned from bombay.bombay the city of her childhood.the flight had been hectic.
she was tired.exhausted.bruised.



just the day before she had been flipping through all her old clothes collecting dust at her house in bombay.she loved doing this.she knew every item of clothing had a memory attatched to it.
but she wasn't ready for this.
she found a photo hidden deep behind her jackets.
she blew the dust off it.

she smiled despite herself.



the toaster startles her.
she looks around at her apartment in LA.jerry's not here.
thank god.
she needed to be alone.
she needed to evaluate.
she looks down at her palm pilot again.

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she had shampooed her hair the day before.
she played with her hair twirling it with her fingers.
'just be yourself and you'll be fine im sure'.she kept telling herself again and again.
her mind wandered.fluttered.
she thought of his eyes and smiled again.
she knew she was blushing even though she couldn't see herself.



she walked faster.she wanted to reach before he did.
jumping with happiness.

today was her day.
nothing could this day away from her.

she found the bench and sat down.
she was first,she thought to herself.
never before had she felt so light,so in touch with her heart.
it was poundidng like mad.
it wasn't a very good thing,she thought.
she might start stammering if it continued.
the thought scared her.

she waited.


she wasn't wearing a watch.she hated watches.
she glanced at her mobile and her heart sunk by a notch.

where was he?
oh probably just stuck in traffic.bombay you know,traffic is always a possiblity.

she waited longer.
she closed her eyes tight.she wanted to call him.
but she hated speaking on the phone.
it gagged her.
she called anyway.

he didn't pick up.

something was wrong.he hadn't answered her call.
her stomach churned with thoughts.

she waited.

she tried to reason.
she tried to picture his eyes.she wanted to smile.
but it just wouldn't happen.

it had been more than two hours now.
she knew.
her mobile rang and for a moment she was relieved.
so, he is alive.
she picked up the phone,muttered slowly,"hello?"

a husky voice answered,"i can't come today.im so..".she cut the phone.

she sat there for a minute before the first teardrop appeared.
she clenched her fist hard.
the way she did when she cried to keep herself from screaming.

she sat there,on that bench for four more hours.
seven missed calls.
five messages.

she switched off her phone and got up.
she walked back home.silent.dreaming.

for a moment his eyes flashed before her.
his hazel eyes.
she smiled,despite herself.



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she glanced at her palm pilot again.

it was him.
so many years back he broke her faith.
she looks at the picture of him grinning.
she had scanned the old,dusty photo and saved it in her palm pilot.

then she remembered,
she was making the same mistake again.
she clenched her fist.
wiped off the tear with her sleeve.

she pressed delete.


are you sure you want to delete this picture?, it beeped.

she thought.

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she pressed, NO.

she couldn't let go.
she looked at his eyes once more.

she smiled, despite herself.