He Came Like A Breath Of Fresh Air

Standing about 5 feet across he is waiting for the metro right at the front of the queue. I am standing at the queue to his left. Waiting. He is slim, yet muscled. I can see the thin-ness of his abdomen accentuated by the fullness of his well-built chest. From the collar of his t-shirt a few hairs are peeking out, just the tiny ones, similar to the ones part of his light stubble. He is eating a sandwich, looks like one from the Cafe Coffee Day at Rajiv Chowk metro station. I am heading to a class,  and waiting for the Blue Line metro towards Dwarka. Moments like these, when i am headed to a class, or a test, are usually strenuous and nervy, especially given my propensity to not ever be punctual. But yet moments like the one right at that moment make a feel so much better. A breath of fresh air he was, if only there was no girl accompanying him.

Like a breath of fresh air

I find guys beautiful. It is less the carnal attraction that a homosexual man feels towards another, an attraction which also gives us the image of being too horny all the time, and is more like a sweet, beautiful attraction towards another man, an attraction that makes one feel like talking to him, or just atleast keep looking at him. Wherever one may be, i always make it a point to appreciate the aesthetics of a boy around me, though ensuring that i never ever make him uncomfortable, unless being uncomforted is what he is looking for. More than any other place, it is the metro stations that are full of these beautiful people(read guys). Sometimes while walking out of the metro station, sometimes climbing into it through the stairs, sometimes on one of the historical lanes of Connaught Place, sometimes it is the inner circle, sometimes the outer, sometimes it is Starbucks, while sometimes, Subway, but all these moments are moments of little pleasure that make me forget the bad that is going around in life and focus on the good, the beautiful, the pleasant, the positive. I really appreciate them all, and mean no malice whatsoever. Though, it would always be a cheery on the cake moment, if one of those pleasant people happens to launch Grindr or PR on his phone and hence signals that he too appreciates beauty of the kind that i do.

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