The afternoon was just pleasant: bright and sunny. The zephyr on my face and the sun in my eyes after the day of straining equations and belaboring lectures was simply refreshing. Even more refreshing was the company i had acquired. We were heading down the slope skirmishing every possible shade on the way playing hide and seek with the sun. Her speech was fascinating me word by word. I wish all of it were tangible so that i could embrace it and never let go.
Never have i met anyone like her in twenty years of my life; so naive, so diligent, so untouched by the evils of life: unlike me. I couldn’t help admiring her innocence. In fact i was adoring it all the while. But i fear the longevity of this. Child like cherubic face with a blissful smile, not to miss the dimple, is the least she offers even to a stranger yet articulately maintains the boundaries in between. All this time i spent with her, never did i sense any rebellious stance in her feelings nor any selfishness. Tacit frolicness silhouetted under her solemn beauty. She never had any mischievious anecdotes to share while i never ran out of them. She always listened to me with great patience as i went on babbling, animating the conversation with her giggles.
I compare myself with her and see no resemblance at all. Maybe its like two halves of Ying Yang coming together; maybe our frequencies of thinking match at some level.I wonder how could anyone be like her? But then there she is: the definite answer. Sometimes i envy her acumen, her ways of handling different situations and think if i could have been like that. But then i get a second thought. if i were to be like her then that wouldnt be me. I like my uniqueness whether it may lead me to ruin or prosperity.
So then there i was walking with her, wishing those moments would never end. It was a perfect walk, a little tiring though. The walk down the road, the walk of life with a perfect girl.
