"Keine Ahnung"... She had told.
"No idea... she answered, if she sought the bliss that happiness is, or she had given up on the search of it.
She wasn't happy, of that I was sure. Engulfed in the mysterious labyrinth of life and it's enthralling surprises, even life had disappointed her more often than not.
I had had many such conversations with her."
He was lost yet again in the enraptured past he had lived.
A classic old fashion whisky glass with a rare classic blend of whisky in one hand, and a cigar in the other, he had lived a life that could grow in the people covetous desire.
The dew glistened, running down the glass edges, just as much as the glowing ice inside.
He continued...
"Letting people know she could be weak wasn't one of her best suits. And switching to replying with few short German words were her reflex actions when she felt she was going weak in those moments. But what fault was it of hers! She had portrayed her face as that of someone strong for so long. It broke her everytime she couldn't do it.
Alaska was an enchanting character. Someone who truly was more than what meets the eye.
Her freckled smile with the dead deep eyes could leave anyone perplexed, if one dared looking deep within them."
"And your other friends? You don't talk of them much really." I asked.
"What's to talk? The typical Delhi girl I found in Rhea was always fun to make fun of. She was a good sport though, I have to give her that. I barely remember her sitting in the class or on any of our outings with her head not cupped in her dainty palms. Butt of the joke, almost all the time, she was a doll of a person. An easy person to read, she had the expression of despair and anguish brazed on her face, the moment she would see any of us."
"But it was all in good spirit."
"What about the guys in your group?" I asked.
"Now why would I talk of them?" He answered with a wink.
*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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