The Nice Guy

Everyone knew him as a very nice and decent guy. I knew him by his name and that meant all.

I observed him smile and speak, work and walk, praise and pardon all through. He never saw me seeing him. For years.,.. my silent conversation with him kept nurturing my heart, which I developed due to the fondness and affection I bore for him.

He never spoke to me with warmth and endearment but, I did to him, silently.

So silent that the words I spoke, never reached my lips. It remained sealed in my heart.

No, it did not pain. It just found a cosy corner and moved only when the heart throbbed and completed the phase of systole and diastole and the fresh warm blood passed through its veins.

Years passed, and I understand that God's will and plan works behind every action and incident that happens with us or we presume that we willfully do.

I feel pained but not hurt. This pain seldom surfaces and gets embellished with my pen into the paper using artistic words for the nice guy whom I loved and whose sweet memories I cherish.