Working in the IT sectors of the city, he used to stay almost about 8-10 hours away from his small home cum living room that was placed in the well-known area of the city, but lost in the crowd.
He is less known among his surrounding and almost invariably remains unknown of the fear that he might be spotted to be extremely handsome and invite troubles because of it….
His work is only solace and even being in the best of cadres in the office he confines to himself and talks only to a few and very much on official terms and if somebody of his team does not get motivated and feels lonely, he as a tutor fells obliged to talk to that person and clear his doubts and be a leading shoulder.
Otherwise, he is himself and more the people want to know him they get convoluted. So, after several hopeless tries of effort let him be himself and at peace within themselves.
Some found him so handsome and thought it was all the weight of his attractiveness that he his throwing around, but when he spoke, he really spoke with sense and made people sweep off their feet. He seemed intelligent in any field they referred to, he seemed more polite and manly than the whole crowd, he seemed to be the perfect blend for any prospect girl, but all in vain. He was a stoned wall which people could not break through after a point.
He was much like the secrets of the pyramids in the Egypt that try to dazzle everyone till the end even though you don’t seem closer to the truth you feel you are nearing it day-by-day.
He has a beautiful family in the temple city of Tamilnadu and he makes his visit once a month availing a legitimate leave and visits them regularly. He is not bound by duties or responsibilities; his dad is still the earning member of his family with his mother who shares her husband’s burden. Both of them, are veteran college lecturers who have pulled through ups and down of their life with smiling faces and always been surrounded by young blood year after year, understand their life and appreciate them being responsible and of immense knowledge power that was a liability to them, in times of yesteryear.
He has an elder brother, who is into the Industrial sector and works for a prestigious industry in India and a younger brother is doing his final years of study following his brother into the helm of Information Technology. His parents had longed for a girl in the family but the only women in the family being their mother, they could understand females better.
They all supported and did chores for their mother and made her feel happy and it looked as if she lived in a family with three fathers, who absolutely had the greatest care of her. The guys did not feel affiliated to any other female on earth and moved closely to their and thought no of girls or women will meet up to their mother.
And from here comes his aloofness to the females on earth and did not want to mingle much with the girls and kept away from the limelight. When his friend’s uses to comment on his handsomeness and say the Miss World and Universe would swindle to fall at his feet and become known with him, just for his manliness. He used just give them a smile and tell them, there is no one such breathtaking for me and I find it absolutely waste of time. His friends used to feel jealous of his manhood and used to swear that if the wealth that he has even given in one percent would have been enough for them to churn the world and play with it.
But fate is otherwise and all they could do was watch him do nothing about anything and were obliged to live like that with him or lose his friendship. They though at least by sticking to him they could bring on some luck.
So our man was the same till he really started focusing on his career and his shift to this small hamlet of his in the city. His four walls knew more of him than the other around him. He was bored with his lifestyle, one day decided to talk a long walk through the street that lead to his house from the main street and relax.
It was a lone Saturday afternoon, with sun blazing in from above with clouds trying to play hide and seek, he slowly started walking down the street, noticing the scattered people, looking at them, their activities and the lone street with very few people, suddenly something in him inspired and he thought that watching people would be a nice time killer.
He took his long walk and got back and as a habit of writing things that were close to his heart in an orange colored notebook of the ITC brand with wonderful covers. He opened it and made notes of things that he had seen and how it affected him or how it related to him. After he finished writing, he did not feel relaxed as he used to feel whenever he finished writing such an episode.
He felt something turning and still burning in him and he was getting addicted to the thought in his mind, without the fell that this might get psychotic sometime down the lane. He started practicing this art and he seemed to mastering it at a quick pace. His office turned to be the best place of specimens and now even women and girls fell into the sector and he was awed at the complexness, the varied combinations and permutations the world had.
He wondered how his mind could comprehend these complex living beings and their thought process just like the back of his hand. He went on falling a victim to his own scheme and he knew how his manager to react to him, if he said something he did not like and he started manipulating his sentences to just get the right answer from his manager. It worked and every time after he had left the cabin, his manger would come out of his trance and than realize he did something out of his control, but could not revoke.
He was becoming dangerously serious with this obsession. Standing a few feet away from the crowd he could read at least ten minds at lightning speed and his mind did wonders for him. He could comprehend when things happen and what outcome, and what is what. Sitting in the comforts of his office, he could draw a virtual map of his home and pick the things that he missed seeing in his daily routine or trace a thing which he wasn’t able to find in a hurry. He would go home and find it right where he saw in his mind picture. Such was his mind power…
Short Stories by Kavitha Kumaresan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License
He is less known among his surrounding and almost invariably remains unknown of the fear that he might be spotted to be extremely handsome and invite troubles because of it….
His work is only solace and even being in the best of cadres in the office he confines to himself and talks only to a few and very much on official terms and if somebody of his team does not get motivated and feels lonely, he as a tutor fells obliged to talk to that person and clear his doubts and be a leading shoulder.
Otherwise, he is himself and more the people want to know him they get convoluted. So, after several hopeless tries of effort let him be himself and at peace within themselves.
Some found him so handsome and thought it was all the weight of his attractiveness that he his throwing around, but when he spoke, he really spoke with sense and made people sweep off their feet. He seemed intelligent in any field they referred to, he seemed more polite and manly than the whole crowd, he seemed to be the perfect blend for any prospect girl, but all in vain. He was a stoned wall which people could not break through after a point.
He was much like the secrets of the pyramids in the Egypt that try to dazzle everyone till the end even though you don’t seem closer to the truth you feel you are nearing it day-by-day.
He has a beautiful family in the temple city of Tamilnadu and he makes his visit once a month availing a legitimate leave and visits them regularly. He is not bound by duties or responsibilities; his dad is still the earning member of his family with his mother who shares her husband’s burden. Both of them, are veteran college lecturers who have pulled through ups and down of their life with smiling faces and always been surrounded by young blood year after year, understand their life and appreciate them being responsible and of immense knowledge power that was a liability to them, in times of yesteryear.
He has an elder brother, who is into the Industrial sector and works for a prestigious industry in India and a younger brother is doing his final years of study following his brother into the helm of Information Technology. His parents had longed for a girl in the family but the only women in the family being their mother, they could understand females better.
They all supported and did chores for their mother and made her feel happy and it looked as if she lived in a family with three fathers, who absolutely had the greatest care of her. The guys did not feel affiliated to any other female on earth and moved closely to their and thought no of girls or women will meet up to their mother.
And from here comes his aloofness to the females on earth and did not want to mingle much with the girls and kept away from the limelight. When his friend’s uses to comment on his handsomeness and say the Miss World and Universe would swindle to fall at his feet and become known with him, just for his manliness. He used just give them a smile and tell them, there is no one such breathtaking for me and I find it absolutely waste of time. His friends used to feel jealous of his manhood and used to swear that if the wealth that he has even given in one percent would have been enough for them to churn the world and play with it.
But fate is otherwise and all they could do was watch him do nothing about anything and were obliged to live like that with him or lose his friendship. They though at least by sticking to him they could bring on some luck.
So our man was the same till he really started focusing on his career and his shift to this small hamlet of his in the city. His four walls knew more of him than the other around him. He was bored with his lifestyle, one day decided to talk a long walk through the street that lead to his house from the main street and relax.
It was a lone Saturday afternoon, with sun blazing in from above with clouds trying to play hide and seek, he slowly started walking down the street, noticing the scattered people, looking at them, their activities and the lone street with very few people, suddenly something in him inspired and he thought that watching people would be a nice time killer.
He took his long walk and got back and as a habit of writing things that were close to his heart in an orange colored notebook of the ITC brand with wonderful covers. He opened it and made notes of things that he had seen and how it affected him or how it related to him. After he finished writing, he did not feel relaxed as he used to feel whenever he finished writing such an episode.
He felt something turning and still burning in him and he was getting addicted to the thought in his mind, without the fell that this might get psychotic sometime down the lane. He started practicing this art and he seemed to mastering it at a quick pace. His office turned to be the best place of specimens and now even women and girls fell into the sector and he was awed at the complexness, the varied combinations and permutations the world had.
He wondered how his mind could comprehend these complex living beings and their thought process just like the back of his hand. He went on falling a victim to his own scheme and he knew how his manager to react to him, if he said something he did not like and he started manipulating his sentences to just get the right answer from his manager. It worked and every time after he had left the cabin, his manger would come out of his trance and than realize he did something out of his control, but could not revoke.
He was becoming dangerously serious with this obsession. Standing a few feet away from the crowd he could read at least ten minds at lightning speed and his mind did wonders for him. He could comprehend when things happen and what outcome, and what is what. Sitting in the comforts of his office, he could draw a virtual map of his home and pick the things that he missed seeing in his daily routine or trace a thing which he wasn’t able to find in a hurry. He would go home and find it right where he saw in his mind picture. Such was his mind power…
Short Stories by Kavitha Kumaresan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License
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liked it ! Are u a published author ?
No, I ain't. But aspiring to be one, soon......
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