Written by: Rameesha Tahseen A1-C2
It was a Saturday morning, the usual winter Saturday morning. I got up on my usual time; half past eight, got my usual warm jacket on, made myself the usual cup of coffee, and headed out. I followed the usual route for jogging, grabbed the paper from the shop on my way and went through it as I walked. Everything was very usual, the usual winter crisp air, the usual chit chatting of the ladies in my neighborhood, the usual running of the kids in the park, the usual chirping of the birds, the usual sight of this gorgeous girl.. Wait, this wasn't usual. And that made my usual Saturday morning, an unusual one.
As she continued to walk towards me I could see her face much more clearly. Her cocoa brown hair, curled from the bottom, her deep ocean blue eyes, sparkling and depicting the soft heart she possessed, her glowing puffy cheeks, her nose all pink. She was a beauty. 'Damn, she's beautiful..', I said to myself. My head started to play a love song as she came nearer, my heart skipped a beat when she came even nearer, though she was almost ten steps away but still near, she stopped, took out the earphones stuck in those lovely ears with tiny gold earrings, she ran her fingers through her hair and set a few strands behind her ears and turned that pretty face towards me and smiled.. God, I died.
Everything usual going on around me stopped for a second, which was more like a life long moment for me and I didn't want it to end. She smiled and tilted her head then she looked down and smiled at the ground, she looked up again and turned towards me, she turned away, and smiled. I was dead already, now I was flying too, it felt like the clouds were underneath my feet. She looked at me again, this time not smiling. She decided to vanish the ten feet gap we had and walked towards me. I remained in the position I was. She came closer and closer. So I was dead, I was flying, but my heart was beating like a drum. Oh it was. The closer she came the louder it could be heard. I was numb. She came and stood right next to me. She decided to come even closer, and whispered something in my ear. 'Hi mister, you're wearing your pants inside out..' That one sentence that didn't crush my dreams, that didn't crush me into pieces with embarrassment, didn't break me down, but that one sentence, made my life. It was an unusual day, why would have the usual interceded?
'My.. Uh.. My pants.. Haha.. Oh.. Oh my God..', I said with a sheepish smile. She walked me to the cafe nearby, I fixed my pants, came out hoping she'd still be there, she was. We had a cup of coffee. Not being in the right state of my mind, having her sitting right in front of me, I got confused whether to simply thank her or ask her if I could thank her, so decided to ask her if I could thank her in the most unusual of ways. I tilted my head, scratching the back of my neck, pouring a good amount of sugar in my coffee, I looked up, not at her but at the wall clock hanging right above her head, 'I.. Uh.. Could.. Can I thank you?' She wore that breathtaking smile on her angelic face once again and nodded a yes. 'Thank you!' I exclaimed catching my breath which I had lost in the time she took to nod a yes.
An hour later, she checked her watch, and stood up to leave. Bidding her goodbye, was incredibly tormenting. I inquired if we could see each other again, 'in case I'm wearing my pants inside out again?', I tried to add in humor to the situation where my heart was breaking. She said it was a nice meeting. She turned and proceeded to leave. As she walked away, I could hear my dreams shattering, one by one and then all at once, but then I heard the pieces getting back together, mending. She turned around and came back to me, 'there's this art exhibition down the alley tomorrow at eight, would you accompany me there?', without even giving it a single thought I said yes.
That day, I had said yes, a year later, she said yes. My wife still double checks if I'm wearing my pants right.
Well, why always do the usual?
It was a Saturday morning, the usual winter Saturday morning. I got up on my usual time; half past eight, got my usual warm jacket on, made myself the usual cup of coffee, and headed out. I followed the usual route for jogging, grabbed the paper from the shop on my way and went through it as I walked. Everything was very usual, the usual winter crisp air, the usual chit chatting of the ladies in my neighborhood, the usual running of the kids in the park, the usual chirping of the birds, the usual sight of this gorgeous girl.. Wait, this wasn't usual. And that made my usual Saturday morning, an unusual one.
As she continued to walk towards me I could see her face much more clearly. Her cocoa brown hair, curled from the bottom, her deep ocean blue eyes, sparkling and depicting the soft heart she possessed, her glowing puffy cheeks, her nose all pink. She was a beauty. 'Damn, she's beautiful..', I said to myself. My head started to play a love song as she came nearer, my heart skipped a beat when she came even nearer, though she was almost ten steps away but still near, she stopped, took out the earphones stuck in those lovely ears with tiny gold earrings, she ran her fingers through her hair and set a few strands behind her ears and turned that pretty face towards me and smiled.. God, I died.
Everything usual going on around me stopped for a second, which was more like a life long moment for me and I didn't want it to end. She smiled and tilted her head then she looked down and smiled at the ground, she looked up again and turned towards me, she turned away, and smiled. I was dead already, now I was flying too, it felt like the clouds were underneath my feet. She looked at me again, this time not smiling. She decided to vanish the ten feet gap we had and walked towards me. I remained in the position I was. She came closer and closer. So I was dead, I was flying, but my heart was beating like a drum. Oh it was. The closer she came the louder it could be heard. I was numb. She came and stood right next to me. She decided to come even closer, and whispered something in my ear. 'Hi mister, you're wearing your pants inside out..' That one sentence that didn't crush my dreams, that didn't crush me into pieces with embarrassment, didn't break me down, but that one sentence, made my life. It was an unusual day, why would have the usual interceded?
'My.. Uh.. My pants.. Haha.. Oh.. Oh my God..', I said with a sheepish smile. She walked me to the cafe nearby, I fixed my pants, came out hoping she'd still be there, she was. We had a cup of coffee. Not being in the right state of my mind, having her sitting right in front of me, I got confused whether to simply thank her or ask her if I could thank her, so decided to ask her if I could thank her in the most unusual of ways. I tilted my head, scratching the back of my neck, pouring a good amount of sugar in my coffee, I looked up, not at her but at the wall clock hanging right above her head, 'I.. Uh.. Could.. Can I thank you?' She wore that breathtaking smile on her angelic face once again and nodded a yes. 'Thank you!' I exclaimed catching my breath which I had lost in the time she took to nod a yes.
An hour later, she checked her watch, and stood up to leave. Bidding her goodbye, was incredibly tormenting. I inquired if we could see each other again, 'in case I'm wearing my pants inside out again?', I tried to add in humor to the situation where my heart was breaking. She said it was a nice meeting. She turned and proceeded to leave. As she walked away, I could hear my dreams shattering, one by one and then all at once, but then I heard the pieces getting back together, mending. She turned around and came back to me, 'there's this art exhibition down the alley tomorrow at eight, would you accompany me there?', without even giving it a single thought I said yes.
That day, I had said yes, a year later, she said yes. My wife still double checks if I'm wearing my pants right.
Well, why always do the usual?
