Moments

"Why do you always crack such presumptuous cliched jokes?" - She said in her usual irritated manner

Whenever she spoke like that, it cut across somewhere close to his heart, like a cold knife..always
This indifference and haughtiness in her, emptied him of everything which he wanted to tell her..it reminded him of darkest things..things he could not place his finger on but were reminders of all those times which made him feel desolate and lonely..it struck some abyss in his mind..always

- "You dont have any sense of humour" - He tried regaining his posture and say this with a flair and appear unmoved

-"you dont know a thing about humour..you are not funny ever..so please dont try it" - there was a hint of smile on her face..the kind of smile he despised

The very thing which he despised in her..puller him to her...it was like this feeling of vertigo..a free fall into a place called "her" where he could rest or die

"Just cos you dont feel like laughing at my jokes does not mean no one feels like" - while saying this he felt so small,almost like a petulant child..and he would have hated someone else who spoke like that... yet he just had to...cos in front of her he turned into someone he loathed himself

"Then crack them for someone who likes it"..her chilly voice resonated though she was almost not there.

She sipped her coffee..while he craved to gather this moment in his heart..to keep it intact somewhere..and wished to revel in this captured moment, where she sips her coffee with child like innocence and there is scent of her, mixed with the rain kissed soil

"You dont even look at me when you talk..you dont even like me a bit..then why the hell do you meet me" - He broke his own reverie..maybe to take away all the softness which he felt for her a moment ago

She looked at him now..the kind of look one gives when one is not actually looking at the person

"Cos of this image of me entangled in your eyes"