Those hazel eyes. How can I forget those? That mischievous smile. Wonder if it is still the same. I never knew I'll fall for someone like him, as he's quite the opposite of me.

It has been three months yet I can't stop thinking of him…

I was just a visitor on the gallery displaying the photographs of many budding photographers. It used to be a boring stuff for me to go through each and every photo and give a review for a journal… no doubt I was fond of paintings and music and above all food. Being a columnist in a lifestyle magazine does give you this advantage. I generally avoid going on a photo exhibition like that. But that day I had no other choice… all the pictures appeared to be same for me. With a heavy sigh, I turned towards the other end of the gallery. That picture widened my eyes. It was of an old woman looking at her reflection, her eyes explained her state of mind…. She might have been thinking of her youthful days, where she had flawless skin without wrinkles.. She might have asked herself is she the same or someone else.

The woman appeared to be from remote hilly terrain from her attire and ornaments…. It made me curious to see the next picture. .. It was of a little girl smiling pointing at the cloud… the imaginary figures that might have been drawn in the sky by the clouds might have amused her… it could have been the bunny or the elephant or her favourite cartoon character even..

Slowly I went across all the pictures on the display. Then suddenly I step back to see myself. I never thought that my photo would be on display but when was it taken.

I say myself with curiosity about the situation I was in…I was there looking at the window and it seemed to be a café as I was holding a coffee mug on one hand and my laptop in front of me. It seems I was in a deep thought, was wearing thick-rimmed glass which I wear when I am engrossed in work. My bangs were touching my glasses…maybe it was taken last year, at café near my flat when I was new to my job.

I looked different certainly I looked different , maybe  I looked the way the photographer wanted me to portray in front of the world or I guess I was too overwhelm to see myself…

I turned around and ran towards the organiser to know about the photographer and then he pointed me towards someone. That face I can't forget. Hazel eyes, mischievous smile, the stubble...

But unfortunately, I couldn't trace him. He left before I could catch him up.

Been to almost all the photo exhibition yet I can't find him. .

Maybe I am just obsessed over him.

I sighed as it was hours I spent on writing an article and thinking of him.

On stretching my body I noticed the ring on my finger which brought me back to reality… which I often forget these days. With guilt I tried to pacify myself thinking I should let him be the mysterious man in my life rather than someone  else.  

But now I did find the ring heavy and my heart heavier every passing day.