Kindness.

I wouldn’t forget the seat that he gave 


me, even when he had the chance to sit. You might be wondering what’s so great in that? When I first saw him looking at me. I felt weird. You know when someone looks at you constantly and yet they don’t speak up, you get attracted to their intense aura. He might be 6 feet 10 inches tall. Had a huge masculine built. After the horrible love inflicted sadness, I had no option but to mentally heal myself. Adventure is my heart throb. After doing Paragliding, Rafting,Trekking, I wanted to learn mountaineering. LIving at the hills side had a benefit. The mountaineering training centre was at a stones throw by.

I was to be trained for 3 months at a row. My first day at the camp was all rough.I was panting,  only after running 5 kilometres.Guys, girls, old men and women looked fit as an athelete there. One day at the camp we were told to run for an hour continuously. I was half away again panting. The person two seats next to me had a wonderful stamina. It was during that time when I first saw him. The woods had been dark by that time. I could only see that fellows masculine tall built with immense stamina. The next Morning we got the task to do Rock climbing. Everyone were taught the techniques and we were  told to do this for 2 weeks. I again saw that tall fellow. Punctuality was in my blood. I used to reach the woods early to start my task. I vested my helmet and started scurrying the rope. With the grip I started the climb. In the distance I could see him giving me a hard stare. He a latecomer also had started the climb. I used to take twice the time. Somehow my pain on the climb was visible on the face, but whenever I used to have those silent eye contacts with him it was as if the whole world of pain within me used to shut down. It was as if there was an unspoken bond that whenever I looked at him he looked away and vice versa. The strange part. We never exchanged a single smile. Nor did I take the pains of knowing his name and the other half of the truth. I knew that mountaineering had to be my focus. I had to push myself to the adversity. 
Post few days I became a little master of rock climbing. It so happened one day that I had finished my jog earlier that day and steadfastly wanted to do Rock climbing. As I was hungry too, and the crowd was tremendous. I did my task, went to the mess area which was overcrowded. Grabbed my plate and there again those eye contacts happened on the table with 3 people and 2 chairs. I asked him “Are you sitting here”? He said “You sit “. It was for the first time that I had heard his voice. He offered me his seat and created a warmth in my Heart. I ate my food quickly and eft the mess. Even while I was eating the stale food, he was looking at me with his aoft eyes. I had a Puppy face this time. Though I didn’the stare back at him, only did when he was busy eating his course. We didn’t smile even after those blank stares. His voice had a soothing peace, affirming and a focused tone. I knew that post 3 months I would be leaving the mountaineering centre. Those were the only months wherein I could feel the warmth of stare from a kind stranger who shared with me his share of Happiness. Till date I don’t know his name. Nor do I smile whenever I see him while doing my Rockclimbing. Though we still look at each other, as the silence romances the weather. By being unaware of the truth. I made new friends too at the camps den. Still I wish to be friends with him.  My introverted soul would never take the initiative of even smiling to him. Maybe  I am thinking too much. Why do I love his stare? He may not even be looking at me, but he does. I feel it. I can see it. He motivates me to get off my couch and wear my life on my sleeves. He is a stranger with huge built. No one can scale the rocks like he does. Even when I got the chance of being besides  him I had my Ego on air. For I am thinking too much. Many had done an unknown act of kindness to me, but not like the way he did.  He had a warmth and a passion in him. He left his aura on me.
For few things were best  left unsaid. Maybe we fell in love with each other. For this was just an adventurous story of 2 strangers passionate eye contacts, which would be abandoned. Words were less, actions were more. Maybe I will never know his name. Maybe post time I may never see him again, but without doing anything the tall guy with dusky Hair and passionate eyes left a warmth on the devastated Heart.

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