Girl in the sink
It was noontime when I first saw her. The sun was blazing hot, but under a foliage of shadows the sunlight was beautifully highlighting her hair. A gentle zephyr blew into her hair and sensuous body like a harpist playing with his harp ever so delicately. I could feel the cool breeze flow through me also. The smell of her mild cologne was carried with the breeze, and it gave me a wonderful feeling. The elements all played well with her beauty. And I was approaching her closer. My eyes were trying to peer through her long black hair. Trying to comprehend what made me so attracted to this girl. As I pulled out my toothbrush, I couldn’t help but sneak a split-second glance at her. She was busy doing her thing also. Not wanting to be rude, I proceeded with my usual routine. Leaving the sink without saying a word to her, I could not help but look at her backside. She was wearing a navy blue skirt with a white jocky-type blouse on top. Looking down, I can see that she wore a mid-high white socks with black leather slip-on’s. She doesn’t even notice me around and she leaves without looking back. Unaware that someone was looking at her. The next day, at noontime. Again, I saw her. Again I’m dumbfounded. And again I was mute. Days passed until I no longer went to the sink after noontime. It was the stage in life when everything’s pointless and unimportant — college life. Being too busy on myself and my studies made me totally forget about her. Amazing how things can make you so busy that you forget you’re living a life. Of course, with a new environment comes new friends and new experiences. All in all college was not that bad when I look back. Fast forward now to two years after graduation, and the scenes of serendipity is starting to take over again. Now in a totally different setting without the sink and the toothbrush. I saw her again. I could not believe it, but it was happening right in front of me. Thankfully, the times had made me stronger and braver. I could now converse with her and even invite her to go out. Wow! Funny how things can change over time. Funny how small the world is and how easily people can come across each other’s paths. Never thought of seeing her again in this lifetime or maybe like after 20 years and she’s already married to a stupid jerk, and she’s holding her children by their hands while yelling at them to stay in line. (Geez, what a sordid image of a married life.. hehe 
) Well, could it be destiny? Fate? Serendipity? I’m not sure if its any of these. But one thing I’m sure of, I’m glad of that single meeting we had together. Call me shallow, but I believe that if every man has to do something for destiny to take part, I believe I have already done my part. So destiny its all up to you now! She’s all yours…
