A smart looking man (ripped and striking, almost) with spectacles was standing right beside it.
He was wearing a black Puma pull-over.
He was wearing a black Puma pull-over.
I was standing SO far away that it was almost embarrassing to yell out my floor to him.
But without looking at me, even before I could request him for the 8th floor, he happened to press the button.
(Like he somehow knew where I was headed.)
[ I have NO idea why, but a part of me said, this guy just had to be a Bong.
Not that his face particularly 'suggested' it.
I mean, he didn't look the quintessential Bong type.
But his eyes just had this endearing spark in it.
And not a very ordinary kind.
A very stern face;
no greetings, no smiles.
But yes expressive, very expressive eyes.
A quality a lot of Bongs artlessly have. ]
Anyhow, so coming back.
People started making the lift lighter.
One floor at a time.
And then (after quite a piece of time) the 8th floor finally manifested.
An even pause.
A bell going 'Tring'.
And the steel door slowly parting on either side...
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