The Girl in White

It was unlike any other Sunday. The air was cool and crisp; cloaks of gold and red adorned the trees; the smell of the freshly fallen leaves surrounded me. In hindsight, I guess it wasn't meant to be any other Sunday.

The open-air bar set amidst landscaped greenery was romantic; a perfect setting for a beautiful Sunday afternoon brunch. My colleagues and I reached there on time unlike the rest of the guests. Blame it on the Bangalore weather; or like they say, "We are like that only".

And then she walked in; a sight to behold! Her gaze soft and penetrating, her black cascade of perfume worn across her shoulders. Her radiating beauty drew me towards her; beauty that cannot be expressed with the letters of the alphabet.

My friend called her over to introduce me. I was motionless, holding my breath; fearful that I would give my feelings away. We shook hands and I felt my hands melt in her small, tender hands.

We had a few rounds of martini and thankfully I was feeling myself again. I let a smile escape my lips thinking of the classic dialogue from the movie 'Twins', where De Vito tells Schwarzenegger, "Let the blood flow, let the blood flow".

She kept talking to my friend, looking at me from the corner of her eyes. Her eyes seemed to speak to mine. I don't remember the rest of the afternoon vividly; I was in a daze. And no, it didn't have anything to do with the martinis.

And then the time came for us to bid farewell. I was heartbroken. She looked at me, her eyes enchanting, and whispered a goodbye. And then she left. The girl in white.

The Girl in White.