'Farishtha'

It had been a warm day. But over the last hour, it had started becoming cloudy. He was happy and was taking his new vehicle out for a spin, windows lowered, the salty breeze hitting his face, a song playing in the background. The fanciest restaurant in town, the best of their wines and the prettiest of women, what more could a guy ask for.

He saw her, again. It had been months or was it years. She looked just as lovely. He had wondered what it was- the face, the eyes, the smile.... damn he had never figured it out but the package well, suffice to say he was spell-bound, yet again (in a non-wizard fashion).

He was sitting at home all alone, reading his book, listening to music. He was trying to drown out the voice, the face, the evening. How could he have let it happen again? He was angry at his helplessness. There seemed to be no free will any longer and this hurt a man in control even more! What was she feeling? This was a question he had never figured out.... would he, finally?