The relations that Iris
had with both gentlemen had certain similarities. Abner was her first
true love and she could never stop caring for him. Alistair crossed
her path later in life, a short adventure preceded by long distance
friendship. Iris had bonded with him over letters and the
strangeness of their lives. Both men were from the East and they were
not the kind of men who show their feelings easily. Abner was born
and raised in Southern India while Alistair was an Eastern European
by birth. She loved the two of them with that kind of love full of
compassion which is not all that easy to find. To her they were
beautiful creatures with beautiful minds, hopes and dreams. She
also craved for their words and company...She felt so alone without them.
Now and for some strange
turn of destiny she was to meet these two men who moved her heart and
meant so much for her. Iris was nervous, she could not stop looking
at her watch and clothes while trying to be mentally ready for the
meeting. The first to appear was Alistair. He was stoned and had a
charming mischievous grin on his face. One could see straight away he
was not a faker. Iris never liked fakers, hypocrites or polite
society. Iris and Alistair took a good look at each other, hugged and
after, he said with a glimpse of delight in his eyes:
“Hi Iris, long time no
see. How are you darling?”
“Not bad dear. How about
you?You look as handsome as always. Oh, there comes Abner. I shall
make some introductions” said Iris as Abner approached around the
corner of the Natural History Museum.
Iris waved at Abner so he
could see them. He wore a thick jacket and walked quickly as if in a
hurry. He smiled quietly as he got near.
