Transpire

It was bright sunny morning, shining through the window straight into my eyes. Though it was hailing winter for a lad to be lazy weaving turtling into its bed, but I was routine to get up early and never hesitated. As the sun shined through the whirling curtain tickling me so as I used to remember every day, someone told me about the morning myth in life. Since then I awoke agile, drank two glasses of water found on some magazine for health and started to work out. I counted on one thing that time, “one, who conquers his morning, conquers the rest of the day”.

It was natural to feel at the start of the day, something different when it had to happen with people some event. But for me, the day was routine and so as I planned. I trotted for a nice hot shower, losing all the cloth one by one on the way, floating hand on my six packs and shoulders. Turning the tap, like turning the life, and unconsciously the water waved on neck back, vanishing the worries, memory by memory. I stowed myself for a while under it and started rubbing thus the body soak the water to its full.

The right hand finding way through blinder was searching for hanged gown but in vain. So I tapped off the water and walked into the room. I made a quick glimpse over my body to see success in the gym and personal fitness research so as I found a neat white gown. The shower didn’t work long, so I put cloth on in no time. Internal temperature was falling and shivering took over.

I played the instrumental to make the morning more suitable for me that day, put the ear plugs into my ears and moved towards the coffee maker. I was living the hostel life though it was not in some university, but outside in the heart of city. Swirling the spoon in the cup I made my way into balcony. Still rotating the coffee in the cup, bent myself over the balcony rods and feeling so fresh air I couldn’t before.

As I was thinking about I didn’t have anything that day at office and to take off so as I saw someone stumbling with one feet and bowing to settle and stumbling again and the thing longed for a little till she noticed, smirked a smile. Just few steps later, the grin made her forget to notice about the sandal strap and she tipped over really bad onto her nose in the street.

Abruptly, I galloped the stairs down, into street, stretched my hand to make her feel comfortable. However, she was unreasonably afraid of me coz I made her fall. It was little funny for me like what happened to her the way it happened and could see from my face. She was bleeding nose thus without any second thought, I stowed my hands under her thighs and on the back pushed her up. I couldn’t calculate that she was so young in her weight so she came back into my arms after a little getting up high in air. Well I didn’t even expect that she would nestle into my chest.

She wasn’t crying like ordinary and forte in the situation. Her sneeze messaged me feel the accident hurt her inside. I was running sprint till we destined into near kitchen tap, washing her nose and the blood streamed down all my gown. I became conscious and hurried in applying aid tips. Hugged her from behind so she couldn’t see the blood spilled over my gown and wouldn’t let her make more nauseous.

I took her to the bed, one of her arm over my shoulder walking her slowly. She felt the whole story but still absence of believe as  an ordinary person I was to her but maybe she did because I was in her neighbors and I never seen her around. I made some homemade energy drink for her. Kissed her forehead and helped her to get up a little to take at least enough sips to drink half of it so did she manage.

I murmured some words in her ear and she was captivated with nap. She broke the glass heavily when I was working in my study. I came to sit down with her, and she managed to say that she was having hunger pains in clinching stomach. She scrutinized the glass of water on side table. I could imagine her thirst when she gulped the whole quantity through slim neck.

I made her hot rolls and sandwiches with tea. She shared while eating that she was from neighborhood. “I never see you around”, “but I did” she said uplifting and suddenly lowering the eyes. “Finish your meal first then come to study”, said as I moved on to. I settled down back on bed near her again just as she gripped my arm and let it abruptly. Her second move touched me surprisingly, so decided to scent to what she was up to then. "BTW, you cook well bred". I grinned and steer myself with plates and cup towards kitchen.

Conscious

as as as 

Impressum

Texte: Behroze Pervaiz
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 14.08.2016

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To a girl, she met me in the way of life. I do not know it was an accident or excellence.