He watched her. He had been looking at her since the last two years. He remembers the first time he saw her, as if it were yesterday. She had just moved into the neighborhood, Jenny was her name. She and her family had moved from Goa, wanting a faster life in the colorful city of Kolkata. The local milkman was kind enough to tell him this little detail.
She was wearing a baby pink dress, her long brown hair pulled back in a messy bun. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. From that moment onwards he never stopped stalking her. He would wake up early in the morning, just to watch her dry her hair in the balcony. She was an early riser, after showering, she left for college. He followed her till the station and watched her get into the train. He wanted to go to her college, but sadly he had office. She would return in the evening, precisely at the time his shift was over. He would rush to the station and then follow her slowly back home. He tried his level best not be seen, yet he felt once or twice, she must have caught him watching, once he glimpsed a smile, but maybe he had imagined it. She would reach home, throw off her sandals, and eat her meal, first thing when she entered. Once everyone had retired post dinner, she would come to the balcony with a small lamp and read a book till all the lights in the busy streets of Kolkata went out. He was just happy watching through the window. At times he felt like going and talking to her. How hard could it be, but he never seemed to have the courage to even look her in the eye.
She switched off the lamp and went inside. As soon as she went in, his day was over. He slept off, waiting for morning to arrive.
Jenny went to her room. As she lay in bed, she thought of him. Why cant he just come to her and talk. Was she that intimidating? She had smiled at him once, but maybe he didn't see. She set an alarm. He always woke up early, maybe he was an early riser. She wished he would have come to the window a little late, she hated waking up so early, but she had to see him first thing. It had become a compulsion.
Next morning, she bathed and rushed to the balcony, there he was. Something was so soothing when she saw him. She got ready and started walking towards the station. She saw him walk behind. If only she knew where his office was, but somehow her train would always come before his. From a secret source she had found out that his shift ended in the evening. She stayed back in college, reading in the library, just so that in the evening she could see him walking back from the station. Again it seemed his train arrived before hers. She walked ahead, he was behind. Should she say something?
She reached home, threw off her sandals and ate her meal. She was so very hungry, she never had money to eat something while she waited in college till evening. After everyone retired,she rushed with her lamp to the balcony. She sat there pretending to read. She could see him, through his window, sitting. What was he doing? As the whole of Kolkata turned dark, she too felt drowsy, she had to catch some sleep if she wanted to wake up early and see him. She went inside. When she peeped again to see if he's still there, all she could see was darkness.
He slept off. His alarm rung in the morning and he rushed to the window. Today she wore a bright blue kurta. The blue made her brown hair, shine out more than usual. He followed her to the station, when she suddenly stopped. She turned towards him. He was paralyzed. A part of him wanted to run away, but his feet seemed glued to the ground. She was coming towards him.
Just when he was about to run, she said, "Hi, I am Jenny".
She was wearing a baby pink dress, her long brown hair pulled back in a messy bun. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. From that moment onwards he never stopped stalking her. He would wake up early in the morning, just to watch her dry her hair in the balcony. She was an early riser, after showering, she left for college. He followed her till the station and watched her get into the train. He wanted to go to her college, but sadly he had office. She would return in the evening, precisely at the time his shift was over. He would rush to the station and then follow her slowly back home. He tried his level best not be seen, yet he felt once or twice, she must have caught him watching, once he glimpsed a smile, but maybe he had imagined it. She would reach home, throw off her sandals, and eat her meal, first thing when she entered. Once everyone had retired post dinner, she would come to the balcony with a small lamp and read a book till all the lights in the busy streets of Kolkata went out. He was just happy watching through the window. At times he felt like going and talking to her. How hard could it be, but he never seemed to have the courage to even look her in the eye.
She switched off the lamp and went inside. As soon as she went in, his day was over. He slept off, waiting for morning to arrive.
Jenny went to her room. As she lay in bed, she thought of him. Why cant he just come to her and talk. Was she that intimidating? She had smiled at him once, but maybe he didn't see. She set an alarm. He always woke up early, maybe he was an early riser. She wished he would have come to the window a little late, she hated waking up so early, but she had to see him first thing. It had become a compulsion.
Next morning, she bathed and rushed to the balcony, there he was. Something was so soothing when she saw him. She got ready and started walking towards the station. She saw him walk behind. If only she knew where his office was, but somehow her train would always come before his. From a secret source she had found out that his shift ended in the evening. She stayed back in college, reading in the library, just so that in the evening she could see him walking back from the station. Again it seemed his train arrived before hers. She walked ahead, he was behind. Should she say something?
She reached home, threw off her sandals and ate her meal. She was so very hungry, she never had money to eat something while she waited in college till evening. After everyone retired,she rushed with her lamp to the balcony. She sat there pretending to read. She could see him, through his window, sitting. What was he doing? As the whole of Kolkata turned dark, she too felt drowsy, she had to catch some sleep if she wanted to wake up early and see him. She went inside. When she peeped again to see if he's still there, all she could see was darkness.
He slept off. His alarm rung in the morning and he rushed to the window. Today she wore a bright blue kurta. The blue made her brown hair, shine out more than usual. He followed her to the station, when she suddenly stopped. She turned towards him. He was paralyzed. A part of him wanted to run away, but his feet seemed glued to the ground. She was coming towards him.
Just when he was about to run, she said, "Hi, I am Jenny".
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