I saw her sitting there

Thinking of the title of this post, I feel it could serve as a good parody to the "I saw her standing there" by The Beatles. But I shall refrain from committing such a sacrilege.

A lot happened while I was sitting in my college's computer center. From that big lot of happenings, one was that of the lady sitting right in front of me. As I write this, I am in two minds as to whether or not I should proceed with writing this post. Hoping that writing this post wouldn't alter the greater scheme of things in the universe, let alone change the course of human evolution, I shall continue with my rambling.

She entered the computer center with such speed, that I suspect she already knew of my presence. For I know the exact velocity of her normal walk, in all three dimensions. So well do I know her trajectory that I can formulate a mathematical equation encompassing the movement of her hips, for "Hips don't lie". Sadly, I do!

So the lady, let's call her "My Fair Lady"(MFL) walked in with all her gusto, and sat on her seat. This is of course the first time I noticed her after noon. She sat with her back facing me. The only thing I could think of, after seeing her presence inside a 10 meter radius was that I wanted to tell her something. I would have even blurted something like "Nice weather, no?". This is when we both were sitting inside an air conditioned chamber at 24 degrees Celsius.

Now the following part of my life is what I call.... SPECULATION.

She, MFL, was working in something with her Gmail window open simultaneously. Now I wonder how she was working. But again, let's leave the intricacies to where they belong. In the dustbin. I was on Gmail myself. Goodness alone knows how I was typing the contents of my previous post. All I knew was that my fingers were itching to ping her on Gmail. (Can you do that?) I wanted to type something like "Look around". There would have been a bunch of outcomes if I had written something like that...

1) MFL would have turned around, and given that awkward smile to me, the one that I am so familiar with, the one where she doesn't know what she should let herself or me think.

2) She wouldn't turn around, as she knows that if she did, she would have that above mentioned smile on her face

3) She would reply with something like "Why should I turn around"/"I don't want to turn around", which would have pissed me off to no end!

4) She wouldn't turn around, neither reply, or something on those lines.

5) She would have left the computer center.

I just realized that these were all the possible outcomes had I to tell anyone in the room to turn around, except the #1 and #2, obviously.

And the funny part is that MFL did none of the above. Well, that is because I was busy speculating the outcome of my action, rather than doing what I thought I wanted to do. Now, this is a scene that rarely happens in my life. The speculation, I mean. And I hated it so completely! Why do people speculate so bloody much? It isn't even fun! Look at me! Instead of talking to a pretty creation, I am here, sitting in front of a screen, typing my life away! And what did I get from all this?? What I got is what I, and all of us call.....