My Noiseless Memories

Present Day…
The flight took off. There were clouds all around. I prayed God, why did he do this to me? Is it because I fought with her or is it because I loved her more than I loved myself? I was battling my own questions. Deep down, I knew that I had no answers…

Not long ago…

Zoya took her shoes off, saw me sitting on the couch with my laptop and then walked into her bedroom and closed the door.

My ego was not letting me to go talk to her but I didn’t want to end up on the loner side during the trip and hence took some courage and went up to her bedroom door and knocked twice.

She opened the door and said, ‘What!’

‘I am… I am sorry’

‘For what…?’

Women will always ask questions that have no right answer, in an effort to trap you into feeling guilty. That was exactly happening here.

‘For whatever happened between us…I am sorry…’ I paused and then said, ‘Friends…?’ extending my hand as a friendly gesture

She was 5 inches shorter and stood there at her door looking at me.

For the first time, I saw her hair let loose; her hair was so silky that it kept falling over her cheeks; her neck line was curvaceous; her collar bone was dressed with a thin gold chain; her cheeks were pink and eyes…’ Oh! God, I was lost…

She waved her hands a couple of times to get me back to my senses and said, ‘Ok! Deal’

‘Oh! Great then…!’

She smiled and said, ‘Ok…Cool’

And when she was about to get back inside and close the door, I stopped her and said, ‘One more thing…’

She was waiting for me to complete…

‘Don’t get me wrong, but do you want to join me for some coffee today?

She thought for a moment and said,
‘Sure. Why not? But listen… I have a suggestion… Just Tea… Coffee doesn’t go well with us…’ she said with a quirk.

‘Ah! No hurry… They usually take orders only when we are at the store for the drink…’

I smiled, she smiled and we strolled back to our rooms… I instinctively turned back to knock her door and ask her for the Tennessee trip but thought again what Rajesh said…

‘Girls are like soup, first you warm them up and then you dress them with breadcrumbs…’

I shook my head in agreement and walked away…

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My Noiseless Memories – Chapter 09

Written by Ganesh Raam

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