Today, like all other days recently, was a stressful day. Seemed like the days are getting shorter and the workload is getting heavier by the hour. At least I have my walk to look forward to.
One day, I decided to take the scenic route back to home after a particularly tough day at work. Afterall, every day was the same. Wake up early, go to work, come back home just to eat, sleep and repeat the next day. I've been hearing about this park, not far from my office. So I gave it a try. The walk takes me an hour or so just to reach home, but I never just walk back.
It's a beautiful gravel path surrounded by trees. I don't really know what kind but the leaves are beautiful and oh so bright in colors. There's green, red, orange, yellow and all the colors in between. Then there's this old stone bench right after around 40 minute mark. Nowadays I've started carrying 2 pieces of my favourite chocolate with me. I sit there for quite some time, listen to music, sometimes read a book, and savour my chocolates.
This, is slowly becoming the best part of my day. Some weekends I purposely go to my office building just to enjoy the walk back. But, this one particular evening, everything changed.
As I was reaching my usual chilling spot, I saw a shadow. Someone was sitting on my bench. I call it my bench because in my weeks of using that place as my own personal oasis, I've never seen a single person walk that way. Maybe it's not that pretty of a place, but it seems perfect in its own imperfect way to me. I contemplate going back the way I came, or should I just not stop for my routine? My feel were aching a little, all thanks to my stupid self for wearing the new pair of shoes I bought last weekend. So, I finally decided to not overthink it and just sit there. Maybe that person will go away.
Reaching the place, I see a huge guy sitting there. And when I say huge, I meant mascular, and around my age. I couldn't see his face as he was sitting with head hanging low, resting on his palms, elbows on knees. Looked like he was either in deep thought, or was taking a nap. Who naps like that! What a wierd guy. Never mind, I sat down at the other end of the bench and started listening to this new playlist that I've created last night. So many new songs to listen to, my heart was happy and excited.
After a few minutes of total silence and then I hear a loud sigh. It took me everything to not look immediately to my right. When I did, I could somewhat see his face. He had silky black hair, and was wearing a long brown coat over what looked like crisp business formals. Handsome and in his late 20s or early 30s, he was clearly going through stuff. Me being overly sensitive, I wanted to ask him if everything's okay, but scared of what he might think of me, I said nothing.
Almost half an hour passed and I felt some movement to my right. He was looking at me, or rather staring. Do I have something on my face? Is what came to my mind. Man, he looked angry. Did I do something to offend him or anything! I smiled nervously to cut the tension between us. His expressions went back to neutral, almost like his mind did a reset. He was looking at the trees in front of us after that for sometime. God only knows why but I quietly slid a bright pink foil-wrapped chocolate on top of a tissue to my right near him. I was feeling generous that day and he looked like he could use some happiness in his life.
He looked at it, then looked at me, back at it again. Almost as if he was in disbelief of what just happened. For sometime after that he didn't touch the chocolate and I was starting to feel pissed off and embarrassed at the same time. Oh, are you too good for a sweet treat now!!