The Cricket Player

I'm sure it's him... Though I have never met him, my instinct convinced me.

I sat in the train this morning, I was later than usual... My usual habit of people-watching started, while my mind was hooked on my "A rush of blood to the head" -- Coldplay, currently spinning in my player. I turned my head, my gaze fixed upon this fine young man. He stood tall, 6ft maybe. I could tell straight from first sight, he's from India. Something about him rang the bell in my head. He's dark, hair considered long for a man but neatly combed to the back of his skull. He noticed me I thought. Instantly, I turned away. Something about him is so familiar.

The train stopped at City Hall, people besides me left the seats vacant.

He came forward and took the second one from mine on my right. I saw a mole on his lower cheek, and it just flashed across my head. I couldn't recall his name, I have long deleted his email... I tried so hard cracking my head, it just wouldn't come back. We constantly checked the reflection in the windows till he stood up. We alighted at the same station, we stood on the escalator side by side. I never turned my head. I walked fast and disappeared within his sight.

He's a national cricket player. My best friend introduced him to me [giving him my email] when she met him at a party. She thought he's my kind of man!! We wrote for a bit, he sent me his photo but I did not send him mine. I wasn't interested then since I was in love with someone else. But what has fate been trying to do... you brought him into my sight, right before my eyes!