Perspective !

He went to his favorite cafe after many days. As he entered he realised the cafe is unusually empty....only 2 or 3 people sitting here and there. It made him happy immediately...he was hoping to spend some time with himself alone in his favorite place sans crowd and chorus. He saw his favorite table,the corner table beside the window is occupied , so he settles down in his second favorite table beside the glass door,next to those three steps to the door. After settling down he waits for the waiter to come to him to take his usual order of 1 expresso and 1 chicken sandwich. He takes time and look around the cafe ...it has been many days he last visited...life has been really busy in between...he had to work in the weekends as well. He remembers he need to catch up with some friends whose calls he did not receive nor call them back...they must be really angry , need to call Maa...she must be worried...maybe be he will visit home coming weekend. In between his thoughts suddenly he looks at his favorite table , in the corner...beside the window , and he realises he is looking into a pair of most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. Big black eyes...as if two deep pools of clear water. How lucky ! the girl was looking straight at him...he also sees a slight smile on her lips. He smiles back. Now he looks at the girl beyond the eyes. He sees a simple looking girl , simply dressed , with flowing long hair and the most beautiful eyes. He suddenly feels happy...feels maybe his favorite cafe may turn out to be his lucky one too. Then he starts feeling a bit uncomfortable...why is this girl staring...a bit shamelessly ?? She keeps on looking and also smiling...he is by now sure that this girl is not as simple as she looks...something is wrong...intentions are not proper. Suddenly he sees the girl getting up and walking towards him with her eyes on him....by this time he feels really nervous and a bit angry too...he could feel beads of sweat on his forhead. He decides he will be really rude to the girl when she comes to talk to him and will be a bit loud so others in the cafe also gets to hear...he doesn't want to tarnish his reputation ! By now the girl has almost reached the steps beside him...still looking at him...he could feel the blood in his ears and the anger inside him mounting up. Suddenly she stops, with her eyes still on him...he is sure, now is the moment when this girl whom he thought very simple is going to say something...something not very decent. Then he hears it...hear an old female voice calling from behind , " Stay there Priya,there are steps in front. Let me come." He doesn't understand...he looks on and then he sees an old woman,about the age of his mother coming from the cash counter. The old lady comes,takes the girl's hand,turn her towards the glass door and help her get down the steps out of the cafe. He remains fixed in his seat,unable to move,unable to speak,unable to think...only he hears an old female voice rebuking, "...why did you get up,you would have hurt yourself by falling down the steps if I didn't turn in time....naughty girl !!" ...and with the closing of the glass door behind them he hears the fading giggling sound of the girl very similar to the the sound of the stream running down a mountain.