A bell chimed above my head as i entered a dingy, worn down antique objects shop at the end of the road. My eyes shined as i ingested a whole line of shelves mounted with all kinds of lanterns with tinkering flames in them. While scanning the right side of the place, i spotted bronze jewelry hanging from nails on a hook and chunky bracelets on the tables underneath.
I made my way towards the jewelry and started touching and feeling the texture of the cold stone necklaces around my neck and the heavy, comforting weight of the bead and stone bracelets on my wrists. As i was staring at the complex pattern carved on one of the stones, i felt a tingly feeling in my ankle as i bent down to scratch the area. This was the first time that i saw your face which was half covered by your hair, messy, all over it and the way you look from under those long eyelashes. You were sitting under the table, cross- legged, trying to meditate with your forehead scrunched up in concentration. I gasped as i suddenly came face to face with you and you opened your eyes, startled, as i muttered a small sorry making my way up to the jewelry.
When i started to move away, i heard your clear voice as you started naming all the places i'd been to just from looking at the gunk on my hand. You named each and every place accurately, to my surprise which i tried not to show.
I dint think that from all of the travel related jobs i would have thought of, i would meet someone actually pursuing one of them. The words that dribbled out from your mouth were the last ones i expected to hear when i asked you what you did. 'A traveling scuba-diver, although, i do teach yoga too from time to time' was what you said after going on and on about how being underwater is like therapy and people should be funding this rather than putting money into pop music.
I made my way towards the jewelry and started touching and feeling the texture of the cold stone necklaces around my neck and the heavy, comforting weight of the bead and stone bracelets on my wrists. As i was staring at the complex pattern carved on one of the stones, i felt a tingly feeling in my ankle as i bent down to scratch the area. This was the first time that i saw your face which was half covered by your hair, messy, all over it and the way you look from under those long eyelashes. You were sitting under the table, cross- legged, trying to meditate with your forehead scrunched up in concentration. I gasped as i suddenly came face to face with you and you opened your eyes, startled, as i muttered a small sorry making my way up to the jewelry.
When i started to move away, i heard your clear voice as you started naming all the places i'd been to just from looking at the gunk on my hand. You named each and every place accurately, to my surprise which i tried not to show.
I dint think that from all of the travel related jobs i would have thought of, i would meet someone actually pursuing one of them. The words that dribbled out from your mouth were the last ones i expected to hear when i asked you what you did. 'A traveling scuba-diver, although, i do teach yoga too from time to time' was what you said after going on and on about how being underwater is like therapy and people should be funding this rather than putting money into pop music.
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