She smiled to me

No sooner had I entered the conference hall than she smiled to me grinning from ear to ear.

Yes, I was on the reporting at Namgyal Heritage Hotel.

I was already content because the hotel was so beautiful with contemporary architectural design with the modern amenities; more over I was surprised by the presence of spiraling chandelier, at the center, hanging from the toppest floor- the fifth floor- towards the ground floor, from where a nice lift service is available.

So I was happy in the company of others media house guys.

That smile- killer smile- from that so-beautiful girl made my day. Lest, my friend and another reporter were talking to me I tried hard to keep a broad grin in my cheek facing towards her.

So I noticed that she had reciprocated my smile.

Who would not feel happy when a beautiful girl smiles back to you?

Yet, I did not compromise my job of scribbling what ever I could get from those speakers and presenter.

After protracted talk, it was a lunch time.

My media friends went in lift to the ground floor in the dinning hall. I arranged my self in one corner with my friends but my eyes searched her.

I found she was busy taking notes for her boss while he had been talking to foreign delegates.

After having a soup, we took our turn for taking our share of the lunch. So she was there in the line but one person in front of me proved an obstacle to talk to her.

Thought I would invite her to our table. But she was already occupied by other delegates in conversation.

I did take a chance to take intermittent glances of her. And waited my turn to talk to her but she could not be available at all.

After taking few interviews, I and my friend zoomed towards the office. So during writing the report, I was confused about one speaker's name.

So I had an opportunity to have her number by any means. Then I called the other media guy, for he had talked with her and asked for her number. I got her name too (but for anonymity let's call her Miss XYZ).

I dialed her number and the sweet voice spoke from the other end. I got every detailed I had need: and I was tempted to ask whether she was a single or not but I did not had guts to ask her about it.

Again the problem arose in name clarification in the report. So, this I asked my friend to get it for me and ask her about her marital status.

It was already 6 pm.

He dialed her number, and I was excited, and heard the heavy and loud voice speaking, "Whom do you want la, XYZ's husband speaking?"

My friend did not say anything for he was muted... then the phone was disconnected.

He looked at me and I stared at him with my weird facial expression. Then we had a hearty laugh.

I Dreamt Faceless Angel Again

The moment I noticed an average tall girl, clad in light but shiny green tego with deep red wonjo; beautifully walking by foot-path towards library, all alone, her right hand lifting her side of tsangtra kira by an inch or so; running her fingers over flowers, made me think I have found my 'Angel'.

I have my own definition of an Angel- my dream girl (as any one has it), and which I used to tell my friends when they ask about kind of girl I would love to have as a girl friend and future wife.

So, that very sight, yes, that womanly body language and sense of independence around her ignited an avalanche of feeling in me towards her.

I thought if she were really an Angel I have been looking for all these years, I had many things to share with her ... about my interests in books, paintings,films, secrets and many other stupid things under beautiful moonlight for ever and ever...

But I have not seen her face! That curiosity to discover her face made me follow her secretly.

She made her beautiful walk into the library. I eavesdropped her talking to her few girlfriends in husky but yet clear voice, which I craved for in my Angel. It made me happier and more determined to follow her, but I felt sorry if I were trespassing her. I could not help it, for I felt it was destined to happen!

Then she waded her way through crowd of students at the entrance into the main hall of the library quite beautifully in a courageous manner. I loved it. I have loved that kind of girl, which I called Angel, all in my own world.

Yet, I could not see her face. But I could smell her perfume and knew what kind of shampoo she had used for keeping her hair silky and long.

She climbed upstairs by the spiraling stair leading to the upper floor of the library, where books of arts, paintings and non-subject were kept- which was my favourite corner to visit the library for.

Yes, I and Angel had same interest. It made me more closer to her and it seemed to me that I had known her from ages.

She picked up few books. I could remember she took Da Vinci Code and a book on interior designing and a book of collection of short stories. Then, I was confirmed that we had huge similarity. As always adage says that birds of same feathers flock together, I thought that after I had known her and proposed to her, we would have the 'sweetest love life' in the college no one ever had it!

Her cell rang and I heard her answering the call with enourmous calmness in her voice and so was her outward personality.

That were what I was looking for in my Angel. and she had it. So was I determined to follow her though I could not still see her face!

She stepped out of the library. Instead of going for a lunch in the mess, she was directed towards my favourite place- a lonesome ground among the woods where there was old ramshackled Bhutanese house, one km away from the college campus. It made me more curious as well as interested in her.

I feared her that whether she knew me or not for that place was rendezvous since I visited most of the time when I had felt lonely.

Still, I followed her silently through the woods. As I hid in the woods, she sat on the ground backward to me. She gazed towards the sky for quiet a long time. Then she took out crayons and sketch pens and note pads from her hand bag. And she then started sketching.

Oh, my goodness I could not believed it that we had same interest. I fell head over heel in love with her!

While introspection whether to approach and talk to her, she picked up her things and started walking singing a song, which I could not exactly remember.

I kept following her. She walked more and more and so was I following her.

When I looked back, I had found that I was in very strange place walking by a stream near big rock cliff. But she was still walking.

At that moment, no sooner did down pour start, followed by thunder and lightening than pitch darkness set in. It became black dark. Except, I felt that she was still walking ahead of me.

I became afraid. So I did speed up to catch her. The moment I reached near her, she called my name so loud turning her head towards me and laughing thunderously that I ran backward as fast as I could.

Why did I ran back? Because she was face less and 'witch in angelic' form.

I was so tired and breathing of running so hard that I could hardly breath.

But I heard a quite familiar sound which seemed it was from a distant place but its intensity kept on increasing. I could not take it any more and shouted back.

I was waken up still feeling breathless and then I realised the sound was my alarm which disconnected me from my dream...

Boys in the Rain

Through the yanked door I could behold

A scene of incessant rain

Shrubs and trees and their boughs swaying in gentle breeze

Raindrops beating on my cell roof

Procure a weird music

And its toll increases every passing time

Far away about 300 meters, I think so,

In acorned fields of a hamlet

There spreads a patch of grassy ground

And there, O! There are a gang of primary school boys-

Small and big,

Fat and thin;

All are in gho:

Some have made them half,

While some in still full with the sleeves rolled up,

Bare are their feet

Playing and thrusting upon a ball and

Shouting a joy of innocence.

Up from the sky of murky clouds,

Lightning cuts through them and

Grumble of thunder follows

The weather is so precarious

Yet the boys are there!

I think they are drenched and cold.

Still they are engrossed in their own world

Unmindful of their parents’ worries,

For two and half hours past the school break.

The movement of the ball drives them here and there:

One is dribbling it way out of others

While the rest are chasing him

But at the far end stands a small boy as a goalie,

Jumpy and excited to embrace it.

They play and shout.

They are themselves; bother less of the world outside them.

They seem so free!

I wonder their moment of mirth is pure,

A sense of camaraderie strong and spirit good.

I wonder they do have dreams,

They are inspired and led by their parents and relatives, teachers and peers to become good people,

They ever think they would grow with years, and

Get devoured by the world as their ancestors!

Yet, they are still there playing in the rain...

WHAT IF SOMEONE

what if someone keeps following you
like today’s nonstop rain,
what if someone steals a moon
from the heavenly night only for you,

what if someone sees his world
in your beautiful eyes,
what if someone fills all the spaces
in the world by songs of praises only for you,

what if someone stands as tall as a tree and
as big as a giant mountain to protect you,
what if someone accompanies you
like inseparable shadow,
what if someone can make walls and empty spaces
sing a lullaby and muse in your loneliness,

what if someone cherishes
your friendship like a never ending brook,
what if someone can wait
at the edge of the world just to say:
“hey, i like you being my friend,
you are my world”

what if someone does not know
how to prove preceding heartfelt messages,
that someone is me who tries to reap
an ocean of happiness all for you in eternity,
but what if someone falls in your ocean of happiness,
will you ever save him?