That was the first and last place I wanted to see her

I didn't know she was

She was waiting outside the ICU, waiting

Maybe one of the patients' friends or relatives

What captured my attention was her simplistic aura

She represented classy poise and elegance

Draped in an English colored frock

She was sitting on the bench

One look at her

And I was struck by her mystical eyes

My eyes kept diverting towards her

Even while discussing the condition of the patient

I came out of the ward after a while

She was still waiting

I struck up a conversation with the patient's son

Lingering the conversation, sharing my number

Only to see her once again

She didn't look at me

But she sensed...

We crossed paths again

While she was leaving

She looked straight into my eyes, challenging..

In my professional career as a doctor

I have never been enamored

By a woman like her

Who was she

What was her name

I knew I will never see her again

But she signatured her aura

With mere eye contact.

©LR