Just...an admirer

 Just...an admirer

The unmistakable expressive eyes of a dancer, the long, thick black hair starting at the big forehead with a long bindi at the centre, the evening lamps of the temple playing magic with her golden earrings  and nose pin, I almost skipped a beat and jumped the clutch of my car. I regained composure and somehow parked my car while a deluge of memories flooded my mind. The last time she called me, there was an uncanny tinge of pride and revenge in her voice. I still remember her exact words" the first person who came to see me, liked me and I am getting married to him" and I did wish her all the happiness. But  was she really happy? Was I an immature idiot (According to her at that time) or was my gut feeling about things to happen (Even at the threat of suicide from her) true? I had no  way of figuring  out what was happening in her life after the bitter breakup five years back other than through insincere facebook updates and pics which generally shows artificially happy faces and insanely hep backgrounds  for even the terminally depressed. I felt like an eager child waiting for results after the exams. Yes I needed to know whether my predictions for her  came true or not. Almost in a trance, I got out of the car and walked towards the peepul tree under which I saw her. Reaching around the corner, there she was turning to fan the crowd with her piercing gaze when she suddenly spotted me, her eyes widened even more, there was a moments hesitation whether to ignore and carry on, I could see her  struggling with her emotions and I felt kind off an instant bonding coz I too went through the same  emotional overdose a while back, I gave a comforting smile and waved to her . She was still shocked when I asked her how she was. I felt it was an insanely huge amount of time when she kept eye contact, thought  and smiled to reply " yes am fine " then she blushed and blushed how, like the times she used to when she was with me. There is a limit to what you can hide from others, some are just too obvious for people who have known each other close enough and long enough to ignore.   Fleeting a last glimpse at her, I cant help but notice the glow in her face, yes she was beautiful and happy. My prediction has cometh true, she is happy in her new world but I felt more elated  for  yes. No wonder I had almost fallen for this  woman, she is beautiful .The beauty of a woman is in making a man feel like one- as a father, son, lover or even just an ardent admirer.