|On Having Met Her and Being with Her|

She had her hair plaited and tied with a band that matched with her black and pink salwaar. She was fair in complexion with many little brown freckles on her face. She was mild and shy when she spoke first. Her eyes hid her life stories which was evident when she gave that uncomparable look at me.

One day she came to my room during the weekend holidays and we spoke for hours. She carefully lifted my books wherein I scibbled my thoughts, she read them all. It was only when she left the room, I realised that it was me who spoke all the time about myself and she was proving to be a…