There are mornings, and then, there are mornings. Yesterday, was one such morning.
It started out as any other routine listless morning. The weather was tad gloomy & overcast. When I stepped out of the train and started walking towards my office, it started to drizzle. Thankfully the breeze was strong enough to keep the threat of impending downpour at bay (for few minutes, atleast) .
Except for the tropical wet weather, it was a perfectly ordinary featureless morning. It continued being mundane, until I stepped in the lift lobby of my office building. As I waited for the lift to descend to ground level, my eyes settled on the back of this girl who was waiting in front of me. The imagery that greeted my eyes has since stayed with me.
There she was, wearing (what I 'guess' is called) a halter neck top which bared a sizeable chunk of her fair translucent back. Her hair was cropped short, which made her slim poised neck stand out. I suspect she didn't carry an umbrella, because the early morning drizzle had etched a delectable layer of shimmering droplets all over her neck, shoulders and back.
I imagine, this is how her back looks like every morning when she steps out (wet) from the privacy of her bath. A very intimate & sensuous sight. Thanks to the benevolent rain gods, I was being treated to this forbidden sight. She had a delicate butterfly tattooed on her back. Bluish green butterfly perched on flawless dew laden skin, this is the stuff that dreams are made of (No, I wasn't day dreaming). The next precious few moments passed in a blurr. The lift came down. I got in, she got in. She was again in front of me & I was behind her (keeping safe honourable distance, ofcourse). My eyes refused to let go of the wet butterfly. I was jolted out of my hypnotic fantasy when she got down on 15th floor & the lift door firmly shut behind her back. SIGH.
One moment in time. That’s all I have to say about that.