A long short story!
The girl at the counter gave an apologetic smile. I smiled back
The flight was an hour late. I had checked in my luggage and now there was nothing to do here. The smaller the airport, the slower the time passes. I went through the security check to rest at the boarding area.
There was only one thing to do now, wait!
The waiting area was buzzing with bored passengers. The winter fog delayed the flights and in turn brought boredom to the airport.
I looked around searching for a place to sit. It was still more than 2 hours before I could board the plane and I wanted to spend the time alone. The waiting area overlooked out to the plane’s parking area. Blinking lights of the planes and vehicles could be seen on the other side of the huge glass wall on the waiting area. It was like a huge observatory overlooking the runway on the other side.
I glanced around the room and could see parallel rows of seat neatly arranged facing the glass window. I finally selected the one in the front row having a good view of the planes beyond the window. I kept my handbag in the seat next to him and slumped on the comfortable seat. There was nothing to do now except watch the planes beyond the open window.
There is a simple concept about waiting. The time passes slowly. I guess that whats Einstein meant by relativity
I watched around me. Those travelling alone were trying to find something to do like reading, music or maybe just looking around. While those who were travelling with someone were talking with that someone.
I was travelling alone so I looked around a little. There were pretty faces around but then pretty faces were accompanied by handsome faces. I relaxed on the seat, folded by hands to the chest and closed my eyes. There was too much time to pass.
The big LCD screens on the wall flashed the latest news, the reporter making an ordinary news more dramatic than a Hollywood action movie. I shifted my gaze back to the airport on the other side of the huge glass wall. The airport staff on the other side made sure that the airport ran properly even though the planes did not.
A few police personals moved across the wall. I choose to look through them at the airstrip. A plane had landed and the lights on the plane were flickering. Thats when i saw her as she walked or let me say glided over the hard tarmac.
Dressed in khaki, she looked a perfect policewoman and a perfect woman. I watch her as she walked across the other end of the wall. It was just difficult to ignore her. It was love at first sight. She smiled at her colleague and I smiled. Never had I seen such beautiful smile. She wasn’t fair but more on the darker side. But then her face had that attractiveness that pulled me toward her.
I stared shamelessly at her as her tight khakee dress showcased her perfect figure. Her uniform of pant and shirt fitting on her curves beautifully!
I could have almost gone into a dream sequence and danced with her in gardens. I never could understand what was with Hindi heroes when they imagined their dream girls dancing with them in gardens, beach etc. Who wants to dance with them? Stupid! I would have want more than just dance!
I came back from my dream world when I saw her looking at me strangely. I was still staring at her and most probably had my mouth open. I don’t know since when. I instinctively put my hand on my mouth to close it. She looked away and I think I spotted a smile there.
I think I was imagining here. Maybe not the gardens here but definitely a smile. But I was just happy watching her across the glass wall.
Staring is not something I do everyday but here I was staring at a gorgeous stranger shamelessly. I came back to my senses to look elsewhere. Life around me continued as it is. Nothing had changed much.
I looked back at the place she stood. She was gone. There was nobody standing there. I cursed myself for losing sight of her. I looked around if I could catch glimpse of her anywhere but she had disappeared just as she had arrived. I looked around. Life was still the same.
And then from behind a standing car, she came back into the view, talking on her mobile. She walked across the tarmac walking slowly completely engrossed in the conversation she was having. I didn’t care as I smiled stupidly watching her as she paced around talking on her phone. I had only one word to describe her;
No it was not beautiful! The word was SEXY.
I just watched her as she talked animatedly paced around talking on the phone.
But then……..Did she look?
I thought she did. She might have just glanced at me, a casual glance. I continued staring at her, still shamelessly.
Then she looked again. I guess I was imagining here. Her lips curled into a smile. It was not a smile but an attempt to hide a smile as she looked again. Our eyes met. I somehow held that stare as she turned away. She walked a few feet before turning again.
Yes! That was a smile! It was a shy smile. Did she just blush? No! My mind was working overtime. I was making this up in my mind. She must be blushing because of the person on the phone. She ended the call and then turned a little to look back at me.
I normally turn my eyes when girl look at me but I did not this time. She blushed! Yes! She blushed.
I was like a small child who was staring at the biggest candy in the store and she sure was an Eye candy, just gorgeous!
Some of her colleagues came to talk to her. With their back to me they talked to her hiding her from my roving eyes.
I cursed them but not for long
She just came into view as she stole a glance toward me. I meanwhile did not care. I just stared.
She removed her Police cap to reveal hairs tied in a tight bun. She brushed an imaginary strand of hair from her face and my heart did a flip flop. How can somebody be beautiful by just being herself?
I was looking at her like she was the only one in the big airport.
“Flight to Mumbai will board from Gate 3”
The announcement woke me up from the daze I was in. I saw the line forming at the departure gate but I bid my time, sat there staring at her and she just stood there, stealing a glance while animatedly talking on her phone. I doubt she had anyone on the other side.
She disconnected the phone and started talking to her colleagues while I waited till the last minute to board the flight. The line was getting shorter and I was not going to miss a moment to see her. I was infatuated, I was smitten by her.
She stole a glance at me and I thought I saw that smile again. It was a beautiful smile and it was for me. Either my mind was playing game or there was something really going on in there. I decided to take my chance. My lips broke into an uneasy smile.
Would she or won’t she? Respond?
She brushed her hand over her hairs and there was a smile. There certainly was a smile.
If somebody had told me that there was never a love at first sight, I would have kicked their ass and showed them her, the most beautiful being now.
I was standing there waiting to board my plane to home again and staring at the most sexy and beautiful girl I had ever seen. If this was not love at first sight then what was?
It could be lust too but I refuse to label it that!
The line on the counter was down to two people. If I did not join now, there was going to be an announcement for me. I walked to the counter and handed over my ticket to the smiling air-hostess there.
I walked out on the tarmac and waited for my bus to take me out to my plane. She had still talking to her colleagues. My heart did a double flip.
I might just make a run for her and confess of my undying love for her. I looked around. There were policemen holding proudly their automatic weapons, ready to shoot anybody who was the slightest threat. I was too young to die.
She started walking away from me, her swinging hips increasing my heartbeats
“Sir, Mumbai?” a voice inquired
“Mumbai?” The voice again.
I looked around, the airline personnel looked at me, trying to not sound irritated but trying to hide his frustration of looking at a passenger delaying an already delayed flight.
“Ohh! Sorry!” I apologized
I climbed into the bus. I could feel the eyes of my fellow passenger looking at me with disgust. I was ogling at a police woman on an airport. What did i expect?
But then I realized that they were angry that I was delaying them. I stood near the window looking at the blinking lights around the airport. My eyes searched for her but she seems nowhere to be seen.
It was a smallest love story ever!
The bus took the road to the plane along a marked route. As I looked, there she was. Waling alone, her strand of hair flying in the strong wind of the airport. I looked at her and our eyes met.
There she was, beautiful!
She would be lost for me, forever!
My heart gave a tug and unexpectedly I raised my hand in a “hi”
She looked at me, surprised and then she raised her hand. She smiled! I smiled back. The bus took a sharp turn toward the plane. I glanced over to catch a fleeting glimpse of her standing there, looking at my bus.
The bus arrived at the plane and we all got down. I looked back at the airport but it was too far to see anything. Maybe she was still standing there, her hands up in a “Hi” or maybe it was a “Bye”
I walked to my seat at the window on the 13th row. I tried to glance again at the airport but she was gone, gone forever!
I looked around. People were glad they were going home, finally. I just sat there looking out, hoping for a miracle. But then I knew miracles never happen, not with me.
It was a big world and a small love story. It was indeed the smallest love story!
Note: Based on an incident at Kochi Airport last year with a lot of fiction thrown in. Was incomplete for a long time and could not decide on the ending! Still not the perfect ending but neither is life!