Musings

  The thing I remember most about C is that he wore the murky red shoulder flaps and has an easy going smile on his face. In any other circumstances, that would have been a people puller. But hidden in his smile is a small oddity, something sinister, that is difficult to put finger on. May be it was that the smile was held a moment too long or is it the cold eyes looking into you after the smile. May be like a small part of tail of a monster sticking out the closet door, in an otherwise pretty bedroom. I am sure he has worked on it over years and is as charming as he could be, now. I just don't want to know. I wish that I don't come across him ever again in my life.  I was barely four, may be, when I first met C. It was that age where you can easily forget things you are not really into and move on. But, it is also that age where you don't really have any control on what you remember and what you forget! It is that age where you imagine many monsters in closet. Well, the ...