The park was flourishing with spring flowers, the walkers briskly going their way, the children making the usual ruckus and all this while, he sat reading his book by the lake. It was a peaceful day. Light breeze in the air, the sun as if in a good mood, shone brightly enough to warm one’s heart to delight.
She had spotted him first; he never once looked up. From afar she could make out his feature – the typical tall dark and handsome man. And he loved reading too. Fascinating man, she’d think. Weeks went by and each day motivated, she waited for him to look up from his reading. He never did.
She began walking past him, causing her routine to go haywire. She walked by him a lot. But he never looked up.
Then one day he did. But this was only to look back and smirk at the kids making their usual banter. Her heart had skipped a beat when she saw him; now just if he saw her looking back at him!
The winds changed, bringing a chill to her heart. He still sat on the same bench, reading. She merely walked by or simply sat looking at him. By now the regulars at the park knew she would come for him. But this man was unaware.
Soon the passing by folks looked at her as if she was a lovelorn fool. Yes that she was. Seasons changed yet again. The blooms died leaving the foliage chilled to the core. The trees shed their garment and birds moved homes. There was usual ruckus just a handful of loners like her in the park now.