Once over the Seine


He walked slowly out of Charles De Gaulle airport..Carrying his small briefcase in his hand and a dark brown overcoat over his arm.. He was dressed in a grey suite as he walked confidently towards one of the cabs and asked him to be taken to the Champs Elysee and he even specified a specific street near the Bridge of Invalides..Throughout the way he kept watching the scenery outside in complete silence.. Despite the driver who found it interesting for a foreigner to know such meticulous details about Paris, and tried to open up a conversation more than once.. But he realized his guest was not at paying attention..

He felt the cab coming to a slow halt as it reached the destination approximately half an hour later..And got out of the car and paid the man before he left…The cab driver watched him silently as he walked away from the car “Qu’il est drole ce lui la!” the driver whispered to himself silently…

The man in the grey suit walked very calmly to a flower shop somewhere nearby and picked up a lovely yellow flower.. Paid for it and left as calmly as he arrived… He reached a bench that was situated near the Seine river and sat calmly placing the flower on the spot right next to him.. He looked at it and travelled deep into his thoughts..

“Seven years… Seven years have passed and still every time I come to Paris.. I hope to catch this moment.. Hoping that I would get to see your face again.. I still remember you.. With your lilac dress, blue eyes and blonde hair.. We met here.. Right here.. Two strangers from two different places and worlds.. And our eyes did the talking we didn’t utter a word.. For twenty minutes we just gazed into each other’s eyes.. You gave me this same yellow flower.. And just disappeared into the sun-set of the seine.. And every time I came to Paris for the past seven years.. I searched for you.. I do not know why did I do this, but it’s just as if I always feel I want to come..I am hoping to catch this glimpse of your eyes..Maybe be someday.. Maybe one day..Maybe today or in ten more years I do not know..But I will leave this flower here for you.. “

He stood up and silently left leaving the yellow flower on the bench..It’s petals gently dancing against the winds of beautiful Paris..

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