The vegetable market at this time of the day saw the last of the visitors, winning the bargain with the vendor. It was simple really. The vendor is tired, the leftover vegetables are to be sold before nightfall. Neelima was one such buyer.
No one would have said that 20 years ago. In the 90s, a simple girl married & settled in Kolkata, she was every man's & every mother-in-law's dream. Red gol bindi on a fair head, eyes like dusk. Those eyes forever made me avoid them. Instead, I kept my eyes on the Bengali style kajal above her eyelashes.
Her eyes still remind me of dusk, but they are aware of the night. No longer innocent, they sometimes betray her age or maybe I was just deceiving myself. When she looked at me, I looked for hope in her eyes. In passing each other on the same road, it did not happen often. But when it did, the gap between us died.
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RomanceNo longer innocent, they sometimes betray her age or maybe I was just deceiving myself. When she looked at me, I looked for hope in her eyes. In passing each other on the same road, it did not happen often. But when it did, the gap between us died.
