Just a sigh: Chapter Three
She let out a small sigh unconsciously.
“What is it? Watcha thinking about? asked Meghna.
She smiled, returning to life once more, “Oh nothing” she said.
“Gosh Jen. Half the time, God knows where your thoughts are. You’re constantly falling into reveries that I begin to think at times, you have multiple personality disorder” she joked and they laughed.
“Okay” Jen said animatedly and threw up her hands in wild excitement.
“But you must promise not to make fun of me” she said with a coy blush.
“Ooh la la, darling! I’ve seen these symptoms before” she said with a laugh.
“See that’s why I won’t tell you”. It took a few minutes of fussing and a lot of fake promises to make her open her heart to Meg though secretly, Jen had been dying to tell her all along.
And with a dramatic show of shyness holding her palm close against her cheek and further agitating and interesting Meg, she began.
“I won’t tell who the wh’s. Who, where, why, what and all that rubbish. But he had captivating eyes, commanding and genteel at the same time. He was quite suave too you know. He wore a silky cream white shirt, full sleeves. And his face was full of resolve. Clear cut features, sharp nose that suited those sharp eyes of his. Even his lips had a sort of whimsical intriguing half smile all the time and if he didn’t look at you, you’d get mad. Full, staunch and handsome form. He looked like one of those old heroes you know, kinda like Rex Harrison from My Fair Lady. But I really liked his collar which was like his voice, crisp and precise. Such a maddeningly charming fellow. Clean shaven chin and...” she broke off with a girlish giggle.
“What? Come on” nudged Meg impatiently.
“He’s incredibly fair and has greyish blue eyes”.
“What the devil Jen? You’ve been making all this fuss over a movie or something”
“He’s Anglo-Indian” she burst hysterically and hugged herself tight, a crimson blush colouring her cheeks.
Meg exhaled deeply, eyes wide with astonishment to the complete delight of Jen.
Jen snatched the red shawl that was lying on the chair and started twirling around the room humming a little tune to herself.
“You know Meghna, it felt like a scene from a movie, you know, and I don’t even know why I like him. He was so graceful...”. “Graceful” she whispered musically, eyes dreamy and exhilarated.
Meg laughed. “I really ought to take a pic of you like this and upload it. Crazy girl in love” she said.
Jen stamped her feet and playfully strode over to Meg and whisking the red shawl from her shoulders threw it over Meg.
“Who said I am in love?”
“I just like him, that’s all” and she laughed happily to herself.
And with a sudden brightness in her eyes, she turned mystically around and tiptoed over to Meg, stooping to whisper, “you wanna know his age?”
Meg gave a surprised look.
“He’s around forty” she said breaking into a ripple of pretty laughter.
“Dear God girl, are you out of your senses?”.
Maybe she was for she acted as though she never heard it and went on tra la la-ing non stop for almost twenty minutes till her humour passed.