She was at the crossing when all that she was carrying just burst out of her grip and spilled on the road. Groceries, medicines, personal items they just jumped out of her bags and after rolling away from her lay still on the road as if a great drama had unfolded and they were all exhausted after playing their demanding roles.
He did not see her at first and cursed loudly as he almost ran her over. His screeching brakes made her jump like a cat and she was half crouching half perched ready to take flight.
Her eyes, he could not stop looking into them. They kept drawing him like two large pools and strangely he just felt like letting go and getting drowned.
A rude honk brought his thoughts back to the road and he realized he was blocking traffic on her behalf and he was suddenly impatient himself.
He had an important meeting to attend, a deal that would boost his business and bring him a lot of money and here he was wasting his time gazing into some clumsy girl’s overturned groceries.
She had managed to stuff most of her things not bothering what went into which bag and was crossing the road.
They went their separate ways, without a thought onto their day.
He would normally take the other route back home since this passed through lot of domestic traffic but today he decided to come back this way.
He squashed the voice that kept taunting him that he was probably hoping another chance encounter with the girl he had seen in the morning. he was doing nothing of the sort he was not the type to chase frivolous dreams.
Yet he kept returning that way, as the days grew into months he thought that he would forget the trivial incident but the memory of her eyes just kept getting stronger and more vivid. He would often pause and get lost in the memory of that day.
Then one day he was returning like any other day and he saw her from the corner of his eye, at the same crossing. She was waiting for the lights to turn red. He stopped in spite of his clear signal, rolled down his glass.
Just about then he noticed the child holding her hand, a little girl who had her golden locks. The light turned red and he had to let them pass. He hoped the light would stay red for a bit longer but that was not to be.
She crossed the street and turned around the bend, laughing to something the little girl said. This time the soft laughter lingered in the air and followed him home.
But the word “Mommy” kept ringing too and no matter how much he tried to shake it off it followed the mellow laughter like a toy that was given to a child to play and then snatched away.
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