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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Love / Romance / Dating
- Published: 11/07/2014
Italian Chase
Born 1979, M, from Gampha, Sri Lanka.jpg)
Herman was walking beside me.
“Wait!” Herman exclaimed and stopped me suddenly, pulling my hand.
“Did you see?”
“What?”
“Just look at there.”
“Oh! That girl? Yeah! I did, a gorgeous girl, Ah! But which one. The girl with the red blouse?”
“No! That one, the dark-haired one.”
“Wow! What a figure.”
“Just look at her walk. Just look at the way she moves. Isn’t that lovely? She must be from our country. Look at the skin color. What eyes!” He said as if he was whispering.
“Hey man! I think she must be rich. I think she belongs to one of those noble immigrant families.”
“Is that her car over there? The sport Ferrari?” I exclaimed, blushing. “Forget the lady. Car alone worth millions.”
“Why don’t you go after the lady, May be you could make a connection?” Herman said with a smile.
“Oh, how could I? I am new to streets of Milan. Besides, it’s getting dark pretty soon.”
“You fool!” cried Herman, pulling my hand toward the direction where the bright glittering gown was fluttering. “Follow her!” he pushed me. ”Make use of the situation. Don’t miss her.”
“Ok! I know how to catch you, my lady!” I said. A self-confident smile crossed my countenance; it disappeared my timidity all of a sudden.
Though I started to walk with nervous bashful steps toward the direction where, the vibrant gown was fluttering against the breeze, in a moment I gained confidence and quickened my steps. My heart began to pound with excitement that I have never experienced before. She then stopped in front of a fashion store and glanced thoughtfully at something through the glass walls. Her body bathed in bright flickering light as she approached near the glass walls closer. I stopped a bit and began to walk pass her slowly without taking my eyes off her. I could see her face. It was young and beautiful. I saw a look of unbearable sadness and loneliness rises up into her beautiful face. I was baffled. “Why doesn’t she go inside? Why doesn’t she buy the dress she adores so much?”
As I leaned myself against a street lamp post, she began to walk again, and instantly disappeared herself in to a crowd of people walking toward various directions. Has the beauty flown to the distance? I wanted to see where this lovely being resided, who seemed to have flown right across from paradise into my vicinity and would surely fly off again to unknown heavens.
I walked along the sidewalk hurriedly so that I bumped in to an old woman, pushing her off the sidewalk. She yelled something at me in Italian which of cause I didn’t understand. No time to apologize. I turned my head hopelessly and aimlessly to the far away street in order to catch glimpse of her. There I saw my lady again now crossing the street and she suddenly turned her head sideways.
Oh! What heavenly shapes! Flaming lips, the attractive nose, the prettiest hair, they were curly, those dangling tresses of hair, some of which fell from under her hat onto her cheek, touching them faintly and covering those dazzling gold ear rings of hers. She glanced at me sternly this time, noticing my intention of pursuit. I stopped. My heart trembled at this glance and my eyes cast down. To avoid being noticed, I indifferently observed those passer by cars. I even observed those metropolitan buildings and their signboards. I pretended I was after famous ancient buildings, since they say, Italy is a land of artistic antique buildings.
What should I do to avoid being ridiculous? There I saw the florist. I rushed toward the shopkeeper to buy a fresh bouquet of flowers. There were so many varieties. But which one to choose? Would she appreciate the gesture? The lesson I learnt did cross my mind at once. I could stay with red roses since red means romance and nothing depicts passion like red roses. They were appealing and alluring, yet natural, and elegant. The tulip's velvety black center is said to resemble a lover's heart, darkened by the heat of passion. Come on! Choose your option quick. I said to myself.
“A mix of peach, white and red roses would be exquisite.” I asked for that. Wait! Another option, of course, to mix roses or tulips with other flowers, which would add new layers of meaning to my bouquet. So I decided the later and bought it. I did not even wait for shopkeeper to bring back my change.
Suddenly, I found myself following the lovely lady down the street once again, with a bunch of flowers in my right hand. The beauty noticed my flowers fortunately, and looked back at me for the second time. It seemed to me that a slight smile shined on her lips. I trembled and did not believe my eyes, was it real? Was it a glimmer of a flash light, showing the semblance of a smile on her lips? Did she actually like me or the flowers? With a blink of her eye, my heart beat stopped. World seemed to cease its rotation. I stood motionless. Automobiles blew pass my ears. People flew off to various directions. Everything before my eyes was covered with a purple mist. Then I saw her red painted finger nails lifting toward her rosy lips, and beckoning me over with her finger to follow her. My knees shaken; my senses and feelings were on fire; a tremendous flash of pleasure pierced my heart with an unbearable impatience.
At this very moment, I heard a melodious sound came from a violin. It filled the air with a heavenly music. A Talented violinist was playing a classic piece of Mozart. Now with high tone vibrant sounds, now with soft heart touching low notes. It stimulated my situation immensely. Streets grew quieter and laughter of the people stopped gradually and they all seemed to meditate on music. “Let the violinist play the music forever.” I thought. I choose the moment. This was it. With soft romantic music playing in the background, I began to walk slowly but steadily toward her with self-confidence.
I approached her with a smile.
“I saw you following me.” She said.
“Yeah! You guessed it right. I don’t get permission from anybody to do what I want.”
“Oh! That’s interesting.”
“Ok! Let me hear your name gorgeous.” I said while I touching her hand.
“Me? I am Romona.”
“You have a nice voice Romona.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah! absolutely.”
We began to walk side by side. My shoulder touched her soft hands.
“Are you new to Milan?” She turned her head and glanced at my face. I saw her pretty eyes. They were dark and glittering.
“Yes! But why you parked your car over there and walking all the way up here?”
“My car? Where?”
“I thought that’s your car.”
We walked and I did not even notice, how a romantic dining restaurant suddenly appeared before me. We stopped facing toward the entrance. The huge lobby bar looked fabulous; the vast dining room, with its ornate plasterwork ceiling, very low lighting and lively bar area, looked mesmerizing. Could it be that she just showed me such a nice place to dine with delight and keep our intimacy going until the day breaks? I imagined, she would get up so early and open those curtains, so that sunlight would seep through hotel room windows. Then I would enjoy watching her supple body moving hither and thither across the hotel room and her bare legs walking on the carpet, while I still lay on my bed. So much happiness, such a wonderful life!
“What are you thinking? She asked, pressing my hand.
“Romona! Aren’t we going inside?” I said, as if I suddenly awoke from a dream.
“Do you want to?” she said with a saddened smile. “No my dear!” She said. “It’s getting late. I am already half hour late. They are expecting me.”
“What do you mean by expecting you?”
“I am working here. I am only a waitress here.” She whispered.
“Oh!” I sighed in disappointment.
Then I searched for the violinist who played the romantic music of Mozart until now. He was nowhere to be seen. How cruel the god can be?
Italian Chase(Roshan Marlan)
Herman was walking beside me.
“Wait!” Herman exclaimed and stopped me suddenly, pulling my hand.
“Did you see?”
“What?”
“Just look at there.”
“Oh! That girl? Yeah! I did, a gorgeous girl, Ah! But which one. The girl with the red blouse?”
“No! That one, the dark-haired one.”
“Wow! What a figure.”
“Just look at her walk. Just look at the way she moves. Isn’t that lovely? She must be from our country. Look at the skin color. What eyes!” He said as if he was whispering.
“Hey man! I think she must be rich. I think she belongs to one of those noble immigrant families.”
“Is that her car over there? The sport Ferrari?” I exclaimed, blushing. “Forget the lady. Car alone worth millions.”
“Why don’t you go after the lady, May be you could make a connection?” Herman said with a smile.
“Oh, how could I? I am new to streets of Milan. Besides, it’s getting dark pretty soon.”
“You fool!” cried Herman, pulling my hand toward the direction where the bright glittering gown was fluttering. “Follow her!” he pushed me. ”Make use of the situation. Don’t miss her.”
“Ok! I know how to catch you, my lady!” I said. A self-confident smile crossed my countenance; it disappeared my timidity all of a sudden.
Though I started to walk with nervous bashful steps toward the direction where, the vibrant gown was fluttering against the breeze, in a moment I gained confidence and quickened my steps. My heart began to pound with excitement that I have never experienced before. She then stopped in front of a fashion store and glanced thoughtfully at something through the glass walls. Her body bathed in bright flickering light as she approached near the glass walls closer. I stopped a bit and began to walk pass her slowly without taking my eyes off her. I could see her face. It was young and beautiful. I saw a look of unbearable sadness and loneliness rises up into her beautiful face. I was baffled. “Why doesn’t she go inside? Why doesn’t she buy the dress she adores so much?”
As I leaned myself against a street lamp post, she began to walk again, and instantly disappeared herself in to a crowd of people walking toward various directions. Has the beauty flown to the distance? I wanted to see where this lovely being resided, who seemed to have flown right across from paradise into my vicinity and would surely fly off again to unknown heavens.
I walked along the sidewalk hurriedly so that I bumped in to an old woman, pushing her off the sidewalk. She yelled something at me in Italian which of cause I didn’t understand. No time to apologize. I turned my head hopelessly and aimlessly to the far away street in order to catch glimpse of her. There I saw my lady again now crossing the street and she suddenly turned her head sideways.
Oh! What heavenly shapes! Flaming lips, the attractive nose, the prettiest hair, they were curly, those dangling tresses of hair, some of which fell from under her hat onto her cheek, touching them faintly and covering those dazzling gold ear rings of hers. She glanced at me sternly this time, noticing my intention of pursuit. I stopped. My heart trembled at this glance and my eyes cast down. To avoid being noticed, I indifferently observed those passer by cars. I even observed those metropolitan buildings and their signboards. I pretended I was after famous ancient buildings, since they say, Italy is a land of artistic antique buildings.
What should I do to avoid being ridiculous? There I saw the florist. I rushed toward the shopkeeper to buy a fresh bouquet of flowers. There were so many varieties. But which one to choose? Would she appreciate the gesture? The lesson I learnt did cross my mind at once. I could stay with red roses since red means romance and nothing depicts passion like red roses. They were appealing and alluring, yet natural, and elegant. The tulip's velvety black center is said to resemble a lover's heart, darkened by the heat of passion. Come on! Choose your option quick. I said to myself.
“A mix of peach, white and red roses would be exquisite.” I asked for that. Wait! Another option, of course, to mix roses or tulips with other flowers, which would add new layers of meaning to my bouquet. So I decided the later and bought it. I did not even wait for shopkeeper to bring back my change.
Suddenly, I found myself following the lovely lady down the street once again, with a bunch of flowers in my right hand. The beauty noticed my flowers fortunately, and looked back at me for the second time. It seemed to me that a slight smile shined on her lips. I trembled and did not believe my eyes, was it real? Was it a glimmer of a flash light, showing the semblance of a smile on her lips? Did she actually like me or the flowers? With a blink of her eye, my heart beat stopped. World seemed to cease its rotation. I stood motionless. Automobiles blew pass my ears. People flew off to various directions. Everything before my eyes was covered with a purple mist. Then I saw her red painted finger nails lifting toward her rosy lips, and beckoning me over with her finger to follow her. My knees shaken; my senses and feelings were on fire; a tremendous flash of pleasure pierced my heart with an unbearable impatience.
At this very moment, I heard a melodious sound came from a violin. It filled the air with a heavenly music. A Talented violinist was playing a classic piece of Mozart. Now with high tone vibrant sounds, now with soft heart touching low notes. It stimulated my situation immensely. Streets grew quieter and laughter of the people stopped gradually and they all seemed to meditate on music. “Let the violinist play the music forever.” I thought. I choose the moment. This was it. With soft romantic music playing in the background, I began to walk slowly but steadily toward her with self-confidence.
I approached her with a smile.
“I saw you following me.” She said.
“Yeah! You guessed it right. I don’t get permission from anybody to do what I want.”
“Oh! That’s interesting.”
“Ok! Let me hear your name gorgeous.” I said while I touching her hand.
“Me? I am Romona.”
“You have a nice voice Romona.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah! absolutely.”
We began to walk side by side. My shoulder touched her soft hands.
“Are you new to Milan?” She turned her head and glanced at my face. I saw her pretty eyes. They were dark and glittering.
“Yes! But why you parked your car over there and walking all the way up here?”
“My car? Where?”
“I thought that’s your car.”
We walked and I did not even notice, how a romantic dining restaurant suddenly appeared before me. We stopped facing toward the entrance. The huge lobby bar looked fabulous; the vast dining room, with its ornate plasterwork ceiling, very low lighting and lively bar area, looked mesmerizing. Could it be that she just showed me such a nice place to dine with delight and keep our intimacy going until the day breaks? I imagined, she would get up so early and open those curtains, so that sunlight would seep through hotel room windows. Then I would enjoy watching her supple body moving hither and thither across the hotel room and her bare legs walking on the carpet, while I still lay on my bed. So much happiness, such a wonderful life!
“What are you thinking? She asked, pressing my hand.
“Romona! Aren’t we going inside?” I said, as if I suddenly awoke from a dream.
“Do you want to?” she said with a saddened smile. “No my dear!” She said. “It’s getting late. I am already half hour late. They are expecting me.”
“What do you mean by expecting you?”
“I am working here. I am only a waitress here.” She whispered.
“Oh!” I sighed in disappointment.
Then I searched for the violinist who played the romantic music of Mozart until now. He was nowhere to be seen. How cruel the god can be?
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