The Shocking Entry

This is the story of the day I came back from home. Going to the laid back town always brings out the stark difference between the two cities. The scandalous looks people give you when you walk with around the town in a nice little T and Jeans and the ‘scanning’ that follows. Anyhow, I was home for almost a week, and I was fairly in the small town mode by now.

I got back late that evening, and my flat mates were not expecting my arrival, let alone at this ungodly hour. Luckily, the door was locked and I let myself in as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb them. Alas, I was in for a shock. Both of them were in the kitchen, doing something. And boy… were they shocked to see me. I know it was unexpected, but if you are doing something in the kitchen, you have to be prepared for a little unwanted company. After all it’s a public space, at least for the three of us. What I am still wondering is why they choose that particular spot of all places, and then why at that hour. I do think that has something to do with my not being in the house and their sense of privacy in my absence. Well, we’ll come back to this contemplation in a minute, let me continue the description of what was really happening.
What really caught me was the love that I could see in their eyes and feel in their stance. The way they were standing, so close together, trying to protect something. I wondered why they’d be so bothered, I too am a female after all. But then again, females have this way about things. I wish someone would look at me with the kind of love I saw in their eyes that night.

The love was soon replaced by that hint of embarrassment, they tried to say something and I realized that I was not so welcome there right then. I rushed into my room and they probably decided to complete the ‘stuff’ they were doing some other time. I got into the room wondering how well two people can bond, and what are the things that bring them together. The circumstances, the opportunities that a empty house presents, the need to know what lies beneath that layer of outward peace. What else could it have been that led to my landing up on something like this today ? Was it god’s design to tell them to mend their ways ? (it wasn’t all that natural you know). Or was it just a sheer coincidence. I was a little embarrassed too, walking in on their moment of sheer joy, what if they never get to do it again ? What if they are too ashamed or afraid that someone else might walk in on them? What if.. It really was god’s way of telling them to abstain ? And my narrow-minded, small town thoughts were not helping either. Sleep was hard to come, atleast till I talked to someone else. We finally came to the decision to be good citizens, allow everyone their choice for their personal preference. What they want to do is their choice and I am no one to pass a judgment on that. And that was how the evening of my shocking entry went on tormenting me.

That was until I found out that they had managed to find enough courage to complete the task anyway, my walking in or not. They had to see how many of their spoons and forks were still there, and they made sure they don’t leave the task incomplete. I wish I too could get the courage to have such love, specially for my pretty little cutlery.
Till such times, I’ll just be at peace knowing that the friends I stay with will take care of it all on their own!