Her Impression

The spark was mutual he expressed this later, but the real temptation hit him the other day.

It was a round conference room, made of glass from all the sides, the way towards the office cabins from the reception area was after crossing the conference room, he visited her office and she was unaware that he was coming, he has come to meet her boss.

As he explained later, she stood like a early morning sunrays in a yellow georgette saree in the center of the room, explaining something on the white board, her hair long falling on her shoulders left untamed, resembled a lush jungle, teeming with life. This colorful and cozy outfit pick reflected happiness, vitality, and optimism. Her composure and beauty highlighted by the way the traditional Indian cloth, the saree, falls around her. Even in the otherwise unremarkable environment of this glass meeting room, she is the focus of attention thanks to its yellow tint, which is similar to the warmth of the sun. She exudes professionalism and a quiet feeling of purpose as she faces the whiteboard with her back to the group.

This seemingly ordinary moment is imbued with a sense of focus and tranquility. The turning point comes as she carefully spins around, her movements unhurried and methodical. This deliberate gradual turn is a subdued, yet potent, gesture full with expectation. The room seems to pause as she turns, and the only sound that might shatter the stillness could be the gentle rustle of her saree. She turns to face the room and fixes her sight on a man standing across from her. Words cannot express the depth of connection and unsaid emotions that are charged in this electric eye contact.

I was caught off guard, yet captivated, unable to take my eyes off her. I may be looking surprised, curious, or even impressed. We communicated through unstated sentiments that are tangible; they could be a combination of attraction, recognition, or a quiet understanding. It’s a moment frozen in time, where the weight of what is unsaid weighs heavily on the atmosphere. Our intense stares convey a lot, suggesting a tale, a realization that is already occurring, or the possibility of something more to come.

Now when we sit together after decades and remember those moments and look back. we are ourselves surprised that we walked the life so long together still longing for each other as the first day we met.