Him

She was running up the stairs on some errand, when he popped in to her head. Just like that.
She stared at his name on her phone screen, resisting the temptation to call. She debated in her head, for what seemed like an eternity, alongside muttering trivialities to her friend. She put the phone back in her pocket, making the brain win the endless heart-brain war.
Yes, it was a war. It always is. For her it was a more profound one than others, an over analyzer that she claimed to be. A few hurried steps and instructions to the self to stop thinking about him.

A sort of resoluteness she hadn’t felt in those endless months of going gaga over him, so much so that the very next moment on bumping into him, she dint realize it was HIM, right there!

 It almost played out in a dream like trance. She flustered for a minute or two, letting her friend do all the talking while she stared.

The sunlight filtered through his off white kurta. She could make out the contours of his chest. The very chest she longed to touch. The slight breeze was more than welcome on that hot summer day. His kurta quivered slightly but not her gaze.

She wished for the moment to go on forever, as much as she cringed at the mention of the word. Nothing else seemed to matter.

But then it ended. Just like that.

She went on, with a hop in her step and a pacing heart, back to her errands.