Unethical

Balloony!

Decorations were on place, on every nook & corner of the big, brightly-lit hall. Colourful Balloons bubblingly hung from the ceiling, and at one corner you could spot a kid being given a balloon by his tall-father.

She was the bride-to-be. Looking beautiful, innocent, and cute. If there were things in universe standing a testimony to the artistic calibre of God, she sure was listed. It was her day today.

The kid having the balloon had now been circled by many a jealous kids, who eyed the balloon in his hand & his face alterningly. Being in possession of the balloon was no less than being gifted a plucked star from the skyline, and the kid maintained his proud poise staring at the pink heart, the thread to which he held clenched.

Surrounded with her near & dears, she greeted me with a warm hug. I was her relative, to be preciser- A cousin sister, of some 'n'th order.
We talked & gleed, and then she introduced me to him. A warm handshake. Hello. Did he just dive into me?

'Beta, come and take your lunch first' insisted my uncle.
'Yeah, Uncle.'

Taking the platter, I simultaneously interacted with other relatives of mine. Was I being spied by him?

The kids were a jolly clutter. They were laughing and cheering, playing with the heart. The kid had let go the thread, and shared the joy with others.

Amongst the hustle in the party room, his eyes followed me, & my attention was being caught by him.
The photo-session commenced. We all hogged near her. I stood next to him. He turned to look at me, and thinking it would seem odd, or might be caught in the shots, reflexly eyed the cameras instead.
Cheese.
Did something click??

The kids jostled, ran in the hall. They had befriended each other knowing nothing about the other. Carefree, they lived in the moment of the game they were presently playing.

Amidst the dancing, his eyes met mine and he shook away from the transfixation. Was that an interaction?
Repeated instances of such kind happened during the course of the party. There was something intriguing in him, something that kept me bounded. Was that magnetism?
I had never met him earlier, I had till now not conversed with him except the voiced 'Hello', but there was some connection we were fixed with.

Confetti! 

Silver-golden confetti showered on them. It must have felt like being drenched in the first snow-fall of the season. The balloon had bursted. The kids were speckled with the shiny pieces of paper. Giving a last laugh, they searched for their parents and disappeared into their own world.


Knowing, a conversation could not be materialized, or rather was Absolutely UNETHICAL, I left.

But he had to stay.
Afterall, he was the groom-to-be.


Disclaimer: This is Pure Fiction!