It has been a while...

She looked at him. 

Sitting at the back of his desk wearing his round glasses. He was so enigmatic, so mysterious.

Holding an old book with no cover, no contents, just pages tied together. He touched it with so much love and care trying not to destroy the pages that were left, trying not to hurt it. 

He looked at her.

'They gave me this book asking me to throw it away'

He looked at the book again. It was as if he was speaking to her but in fact he was speaking to himself.

'Such a beautiful old book.' 

He looked at it, turned the pages with care, read the back cover, read the author's name and looked at her.

'It even has a price..' 

She didn't reply. She did not want to ruin his precious, magical moment. 

He wasn't talking to her. He was talking to something bigger than her. 

She looked at him with admiration. 

'Isn't it beautiful that this book has no beginning and no ending?' - he said turning to her.

She didn't reply. 

'The story I have in my hands has no beginning and no ending. I can only read the middle story with no history and no destination. How beautiful is that?'

She couldn't stop admiring his thought process. She started thinking how many of us meet people everyday we do not really know their past. We create a middle story together in the risk of never finding out its ending.

She stood up and started walking away, deep in her own thoughts. 

He suddenly stopped her. 

He gave her the book and said, 

'I was going to throw it anyway but it breaks my heart. You can have it if you want.'

And she did. She got the book and started walking away. How did this man wake her up? How did he make her  feel again? How was he able to make her realize that she was an artist, a human being and not a machine that has to meet the deadlines and the workload? 

He awoke the butterflies in her stomach asking her to start dreaming, creating, living loving and feeling again.! 

 

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