The Silent Talk

 

It was a windy Saturday morning of December. Puff of cool air brushed my face while I leaned out of my balcony window. Sipping on a hot cup of tea, I waited for its magic to kick start my otherwise dull weekend into an enliven day.

 

About 10.30 in the morning, some loud whooping from the neighbourhood caught my attention, making me intrigued as to who has come. Do I ask mom? I thought and then refrained as my sister who had read my mind provided with an explanation.

 

“A guest at Aunty Bakshi’s house. A cute girl.” My sister smilingly whispered so mom could not listen. On the spur of moment, I decided to get ready to visit their house and calm my anxiousness.

 

In a few minutes I was at the Bakshi’s door. My eyes were eagerly looking out for the angel who has cast her spell on everyone, but she was somewhere inside. I kept talking to Aunty Bakshi and others in the house, hoping for her to come out anytime soon. Her description had already made me desirous to meet her.

 

My wait was fruitful, for after a while she came out and honoured me with her presence. The moment I saw her I fell in love with her, just like everyone around who had become her slave. She was adorable, beautiful and cute, but that was the least important thing about her. That slight dimple in her cheeks when she smiled made her look prettier. Oh! And her eyes, I never saw such dark eyes with so much light in them. An aura of freshness in her presence was the reason behind all cheers inside my heart. I knew then, that I could keep looking at her for ages and never get bored.

 

As a guest, Aunty Bakshi’s place was new to her so her face was flushed with excitement and eyes were still trying to figure out the strange surroundings.

Even though everybody was around, I couldn’t stop myself and stepped in to greet her. As usual with girls, she kept silent, but that didn’t deter me. She gazed at me in amazement as if I was a street ruffian or a vagabond. Initially, she didn’t even bother to notice me, but after sharing a few awkward smiles, I got her to at least look at me. The confidence in me roared with every passing minute and so I attempted to hold her hand to say Hello. I was taken by surprise with warmth in her soft hands and sleek fingers, but soon she pulled her hands back. She still didn’t talk a single word to me and all I could do was try to read her actions. My patience was soon wearing off and so I made another attempt to hold her in my arms. Never did I feel so lucky, when she showered her gorgeous smile on me. Hesitating, I planted a kiss her on her forehead and succeeded too, but you know what? She still couldn’t speak a word to me.

 

Well, wait !! Have you been wondering what is happening here? Let me clarify. All I am talking about is the 10 month old niece of my neighbour.