There is this
nervous charm about him. The kind that takes you in yet keeps you at a
distance. The kind that speaks for itself yet leaves a lot unsaid. The kind
that is not out there, but the kind that grows upon you.
He will not be noticed for his
grand entry. But he will be noticed in a room full of people, more for his
commonality than for any distinguishing uniqueness. One look at that
approachable face and a voice in your head will go- “Hey, I know him!” And when
you realise you don’t know him, you will want
to know him. There is no specific quality about him that one can pinpoint as
the one that makes him stand out. But he does stand out. Soft yet strong. Firm
and clear.
He always wears full-sleeved
shirts. Extremely lanky, with a curly mop of hair and a quiet countenance; he
could easily be passed off as that boring geek sitting in a corner, happy in
his own world. But then you notice his smile. Because when he smiles, that
brightness around you will be hard to escape. There is a spark in his eyes when
he smiles- slightly mischievous, purely innocent. As he speaks to you fiddling
with the rings on his fingers, that husky baritone turns around his seemingly
quiet persona. That slight drawl when he talks, those constantly moving hands
trying to explain his point, that tilt
of the head when he is listening to you— you would feel like you’ve known him
forever.
Somehow, his messy appearance is
a pleasing contrast to his genuine, unaffected charisma. He walks out of the
room, but a major part of him stays with you. A memory that won’t recede soon.
Magnetic. Amusing. Imperfect. Mysterious.
