Our eyes connected. One piercing look was all it took. We had done it. Or rather i had. I had given my heart to him. I kept on looking at him. His easy posture, his elegance, his carefree stand, his dark brown skin, jet black wavy hair.. I know its only girls beauty that is usually described but i couldn't just stop looking at this guy.
He was looking at me too. My heart missed a beat. Everything about him was picture perfect. Even the mud hut to which he was leaning on. I didn't know what to do with him. I felt someone standing beside me at this point.
I very gradually became aware of the curator speaking with me. Since i was one of their VIP visitors he had assumed his constant attention and chatter was what would make me come visiting again. The privacy of enjoying a painting too was being denied for me.
But i really didn't mind. My emotions had got so caught up with my dark man that even in that tiny time we had to ourselves he had ensured that i wouldn't forget him, ever. The intensity of my feelings was being replaced by a happiness, the freedom that i got because i was able to fall in love, it proved to me that i, still, had a heart that craved.
One would naturally assume that the dark man's painting hangs on my wall and that i would look at him every single day. But that would be the spoiler of the charm of our first meet. I would rather remember him with love than make him an object who is supposed to bring back memories.
