love theme from David foster 'St Almo's Fire' reverberating my mind,as she standing look at me with a smile.I was so astonished,actually i was 'sitting' in awe,She passed by and sat behind me,and i kept my view back to the football matched.Soon my whole family came down stairs joined me for the dinner.I gave a few glance at her,she seems not noticing it,She was sitting concertrating with her book in her hand and eating her meal.Her face looks very tired probably because of the long tiring journey since a any kind of transport through sea takes at least 3 hours to get to the island.
When soon diners done,father ask me to pay the bills,so i got up to the the cashier,now here the interesting part happened,the time when i supposed to pay the bills,she got there before me and settled hers.
then she asked,
"whats your name ?" she asked to the cashier lady,
"my name is Bella" answered the lady,
"where are you from?" lady asked with her malayish slang,
"i'm from Britain"
"ooh britain"
"you got any mosque here"
'no we don't,you can search it at next village if you want to,else the only adzhan you can here is from tele"
"ooh really,i'm just wondering" leaning her body toward the lady to hear clearly.
"what is your name?" the lady continue,
with a smile she answered her back "my name is Leila,alright i better move on,ill be sitting next to the beach side,bye"
off she goes,as i continued to the cashier to pay the bills.Her conversation between the lady echoed in mind.She is a British? i thought she is a Indian,she came alone?how old is she?seem young to me,and all sorts of conundrum tickling my thought.
Soon we all set off to the jetty,as i sat there,i saw from far off a single light coming from the beach side,it was her with her book lying in the hammock.Curious to know more about her,i decided make the first step.She seems very interesting women,my mind keeps on thinking about her.Her eyes,her hair,her Voice,she is so mesmerizing.My inner voice speaks to me that she was the one and only.Why am i attracted to her?,is it because of her nationality,is it because of her race,no.It's not that i cared about.Its just her,My heart tell so..
Off i goes without hurried pace to the beach side with all sort of question running through my head and which i shall address to her.As i'm getting nearer and nearer i can't concentrate properly on what should i ask.The question seems rendering much of about to know her but what if she reject? what if i stutter? what if she will never answer me,or if i directly ask any question that may seems rude to her.The fear of rejection and over analyzing kept me in dilemma."To be or not to" running through my mind and delayed me as i passed her by.She was concentrating avidly on the book and seems not having interest to look elsewhere.The hammock situated right at the end of the staircase connecting beach sand and the restaurant in front of the beach.It was dark and i can see group of local people sitting at a table next to the restaurant shouting and laughing joyously.I stroll slowly passing but i have no guts to turn to her.Its just that i'm not ready to speak.I changed my path towards the block of rocks at the end of the passage.Took my headphone and plug in to my ears and listen to the music of 'Queen' and starts to pull my strength to talk to her.I sat there on the rock motivate myself and figuring how to do it.
to be continued.....
