She

Many times i am asked this question “what is so special about this particular girl that u are so insanely in love with her?” or to put this straight forward mad about her, well then and there i feel, i am being sucked into a black hole of her thoughts and this happens in split of a second, i have no whatsoever control over me whenever her name is mentioned. I may sound zany but can’t help this, should i call it love or height of infatuation I can’t make out. The feeling of being dragged away from the chaos of the world to the series pleasant and fond memories of her, i just love it.

Coming back to the question shot at me about her speciality, i love the way she lifts her eyelids from the shut position to focus on a nobody or a somebody, i don’t know if the separation of eyelids make any sound but i can distinctly feel the melody of the world’s most alluring eyelids part. I love hers dark jet black eyelashes and wish to feel those caress my lips. I love her smile, when she smile corner of her mouth pulls back slightly her lips begin to part little, upper lips shifts and then there is this wondrous glow in her eyes which can stun aurora.

The way she walks i am transfixed, the whole scene goes silent it’s just she walking and clatter or her heals; friends calling from behind, staring at me, honking of bikes n cars all is dead silent. Light black mole on back of her neck obscured by long usually black (in sunlight appears to be brown) hair, is sensational.

What ever it was it felt good to be around her no matter what her feelings were, but now its over i guess , no i bet it is and she will be etched in my memory if not for my life, definitely for a very long time.

"... khareed sakte unhain to apni zindagi de kar khareed le te

...par kuch log 'keemat' se nahin 'kismat' se mila karte hain"