Here's short story. Please let me know how it panned out. I will write the second part in due course. Thanks for reading!!!!! As he lay on his bed, cracking his old indie tunes on studio quality speakers (he did have good taste and thought of himself as a mini-audiophile) he thought about the last couple of years. Lately, he thought of them as his lost years. Years which should have swerved somewhere else, he thought. There are moments in one's life which are definitions of the time. Decisions which change the courses of multiple lives usually. And he was isolating some of the important ones. A couple of them, he regarded as tragedies at first thought. He toned his opinion down after a bit more thought. Those were not tragedies but rather grave oversights, he revised. He believed he had made some mistakes in these grave isolated moments  (the observation of which were probably true.) Thankfully for him, he had matured and regarded them as events in life much like the flowing of water paradoxically indistinguishable from one another  rather than regretting over them at any great length. His seasoned conscious had shown him that such thoughts, worries and grievances were pointless. An exercise in mental gymastics and no more. His first thought was of a night at a grand party in a mansion. He had been invited by a friend and he agreed quite reluctantly to go. He went only to appease his friend and nothing else. His intent was simply to be there. As a reader of countless stories, you should know that the unexpected happens to the protagonist at this precise moment when the stars aligned. This was one of those moments. The quintessential moment of truth for our dear "hero" or the knight in shining armor for the maidens involved in this case. He gazed into the eyes of a beautiful lass. Her figure beneath that unremarkable dress was still breath-taking. From a bored disposition which had set upon him and some mental cursing upon his beloved friend for dragging him unto this party in the previous moments, partially without his true approval, he acquired a more pleasant demeanor upon the sight of this maiden. Her smile was not special. Her face was pretty but not beautiful. But something caught his eyes. Perhaps it was the way she smiled. He saw some desperation but he expected that of almost any single person. He was not a fool and he ignored that intelligently. He saw something more. He saw her spontaneity; like a poet writing beautiful prose without much thought, she stood there beautifully, without much thought. Her lack of self-consciousness that night was appalling and he thought that was a waste. Something he will have to sculpt, he made a mental note to be forgotten in due time. He saw their future that night, albeit with some vagueness. To be Continued... Last edited: 21-Jun-09 09:51 PM