Eye catchy

It was almost time for me to get home. In a few minuets time I was walking out of the office, with my friend, towards the bus stop. The bus stop was not very far from the office; nevertheless the distance is immaterial when you are with a comfortable companion.

Back in the bus stop, we were waiting for the next bus as one passed us by when we were in the middle of crossing the road. Finally one came and managed to get in and sit on a reasonable seat by the shutter; which in my opinion is the best place to sit in a vehicle.

In the bus, satisfied with the ‘seating arrangements’, we once again fell in to conversation. It was after a while that I realized I was staring at this person while listening to my friend. It hit me right after I realized he was staring back at me, and so I felt a bit embarrassed that I looked away to concentrated my eyes elsewhere. Few moments passed and once again I found him staring from across and again I knew it was me who started it.

I looked away hastily, thinking why my eyes always rested there. Come to think of it, there wasn’t anything significant in that face. Then again, his red color t-shirt came to my mind, quite clearly - may be it was that which caught my eye. And red was an eye-catching color; fair enough.

Now that I'm brooding over it - in my bed, ready to fall asleep and enjoy numerous dreams – it was not an unusual incident for me. I find my self staring at something or someone without my notice of doing so when talking or listening; rather when jabbering. I try to avoid it, especially when it comes to staring at people. But guess it’s not possible. Just happens. It could be a scratch, a dress, a shoe, fingers, hair, anything...

Fancy how the mind works... god knows what else unless I stop to think.