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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

The Morning Jog

It had become a routine for him to see her gazing at nothing facing the sea every single day when he went jogging. He wondered what must be on her mind that made her come every single day to the very same spot and immerse her eyes into the blue sea and gaze into nothingness.

He tried to read her eyes sometimes while catching a breath or two during his jog. Was she sad, was she lonely, was she bored or was she simply soaking herself in the pleasant feeling of sea side early in the morning.

It was the same routine for over a year so much so her sight became a habit for him. Until one fine morning she was not there at the usual spot. He was surprised and wondered the reason why? Was she sick ? Must have gone out of the city or was she plain tired of doing the same thing for a year. It was then he tried to think about her , beyond the picture he saw every day of her standing at the sea side. He wondered if she was married or if she had any kids ? He wondered is she worked somewhere? Quiet frankly he was a bit irritated and disappointed that she was not there as usual. He was so used to her there. Sudden guilt crept over him for the fact the he never attempted to atleast get to know her name or say a casual hi as others always do.

With these thoughts racing through his mind he decided to get a cup of coffee from the coffee shop across the street. He went up to the counter and ordered a cup of creamy cappuchino and paid for it. As he sipped the creamy coffee he realized that he was addicted to her just as he was addicted to the cup of coffee he had on his hand.

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