This is the second and last part of The Gorgeous Model.For those who haven't read the first part,here goes the link.
www.writerbabu.com/post/the-gorgeous-model-1/12931/
4-09-14
3:00 am
I am walking since a few minutes and i clicked a few good pictures.The non stop drizzling,the street light view of the lane,the all so calm footpaths and the sound of sea waves.What can be more serene and beautiful? I wanted to capture every step of this walk in my camera.Be it the cool breeze,the rustling leaves,the wet petals falling down to its place of decay,the single droplet rolling down the waxy layer of creepers,the barking dogs.But not all beautiful things can be captured,a few need to be just felt and i was feeling it in my heart and in my calm mind.
Ten minutes down the lane,and here i reach the destination.The much awaited and more than breathtaking view was right in front of my eyes.No babbling crowd,no commotion,just peace,me and the drizzle.I captured the sea in the lightning and in a minute,my mind was occupied by her thoughts.Yes,the one who makes me complete,the one who resides in my soul,my love Sarika.I missed her more than ever right at this moment.A feeling of guilt rushed inside my heart.It was my inability to give her all that she deserved.I never gave her enough time.She expected neither those romantic hangouts nor the extravagant make up kits.She was so simple,yet so beautiful.
My eyes went blur,albeit the beautiful scene was still clear beneath my eyes.Suddenly i spotted a woman in green shorts, white tee-shirt,a beer bottle in her left hand, walking across the sea.She had brown hair and i was curious to know who was out this late night.I started walking closer and when i almost reached behind i saw the tattoo on her neck.Yes,it was the familiar tattoo.Ten years ago,this tattoo had made a big news.A snake with wings.The wings were that of an eagle.The most happening model Jessica had it and she considered it as her lucky symbol.On the other hand people believed it to be the symbol of bad.I call her from behind and the moment she turned,i was overjoyed.She was the most gorgeous model Jessica in front of my eyes.She looked at my camera constantly and said nothing.She just made signs using her hand,that told me to click pictures.I captured every small action that came on her face.Even when she was totally drunk,she was gorgeous.Her dark black eyes,the curls that fell on her cheeks,she was in fact a paradigm of beautiful.
Jessica finally put her hand on the camera trying to stop me from clicking pictures.I stopped and looked at her like an angel had just come down to earth.She walked to the road,got into the car,put her seat belt and drove away.It was five in the morning by then.I wanted to share this incident with Sarika.I reached home and it was still dark outside.Sarika was in sound sleep and i slept off too.I wanted to share the whole incident as soon as possible.
4-09-14
8:00 am
I open my eyes,to see the clock chiming 8'o clock.My darling Sarika walks in with the bed coffee and the newspaper in her hand.There was an expression of sadness on her face.She sat beside me quitely and told her favorite model Jessica had died in a car accident last afternoon.I stood there with my jaw dropped.Would someone believe if i say what happened with me at 3'o clock this morning?
