I was sitting idly in a beautiful, captivating garden, gridded with trees that erected a canopy over my bench. The ribbons of sunlight allured the appeal of my diary that had some white and blue flowers printed at its back cover. Those immortal flowers seemed to have attained life as the strings of sunlight strike on the translucently shiny petals as if a mortal magic poured some elixir into them.
Sparrows, parrots and pigeons formed a musical band and collectively chirped in the most melodious tunes that I ever heard. Squirrels, taking part as instrumentalists, bit nuts creating a humming twitter that added sparks of inner sentiment deep down my heart.
There was almost no one in the park and even if there were; clicking selfies, landing kisses, troubling the band and some doing nothing. But he was considerately there.
My glasses reflected a young adult, who seemed to be still a kid at heart. He carried this placid, secluded, resting appearance and wore a calm like a millpond on his face, as a mask hiding some of his scars and revealing some, which he might be proud of. The charm of his charisma was crystal clear in his closure. He might have caught any of my attention if he did not have his mobile phone right in front of anything that was worth a photograph.
Though having this poise, still psych; he was as restless as the squirrel nipping nuts, hopping from one scenic beauty to another photogenic thing. He was as edgy as those troubled birds, flying over shorter distances and yet again repeating. He snapped everything and I wondered why because if he was a photographer, he must own a camera or if he was just a breezy prodigy he must have got friends. But there wasn’t either.
It was an hour of observing him and gradually just staring with absolutely no thoughts, as if stuck into a labyrinth with no plot or as if facing the supreme, yet no wishes to make. In that hallucinating phase, I might have let my eyes to meet his but nothing. I was into some utterly different world just when my phone beeped and all the attention that I guarded in my fist strained down from the vacuum between my fingers like grits of sand. Thereby, I decided to leave.
I put my glasses off, collected my stuff, picking up my diary I realised that how in a strategic moment those transient artificial flowers ran into solidarity on entering my bag’s dark, bidding farewell to the pretty sunny noon.
In no thought, I gave him a glance and grabbed my bag, I turned to leave just when I heard a click sound. Aloof, I turned back; again a click where flash dazzled in my eyes, it was him. I stood there cold into utmost perplex whereas he looked at his phone for a few seconds, then held his head high putting a smile on his serious, tempestuous face, like a tide in still sea.
Giving me no time to react, he said in his muffled voice-
“Capturing Moments. That’s it.”
He winked and left.
(a picture I clicked of him taking another picture)
