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Her eyes..


I remember that was first time I visited to the ‘institute’. Out side I was waiting for my friend Raj . As those were days of December quivering cold waves were passing ___ fog which was rare in Pune has already created romantic mood. Every one on the road was appearing with their shawls, sweaters and pullovers. Rather they were looking like funny string-puppets from puppet show.
As clock slowly moved towards nine thirty, and at least there were thirty minutes to over the class. I had strong urge to sip a cup of tea at tapir (Kiosk ), which was situated at the end of road. I moved towards my bike, which was parked near to the fence wall of institute.
As I started my bike, I saw a girl on her scooter was approaching towards institute. I waited for second as I feel that I know her, thinking that she may be…. but her face was half covered with scarf. The only thing I could see was her eyes..
A cool breeze, which was flowing from hillside, revealed her face out of her scarf. I had eye-to-eye contact with her__. I felt that moment has freeze at that time creating a silence. The only thing I could sense was her eyes.... Her eyes were like shallow water of river__ as I was able to read what is going on in her mind. The only thing I noticed was mischievous smile in her eyes.
She came directly near me, as soon as she came near me my heart beat went high that as one could listen it clearly. She stopped and removing her scarf totally said, “ Can you please move bit aside, I want to park my bike.” Her voice…, which was too sweet, like her beautiful eyes. Those words, which were drifting around me finally made me aware of her next words, “ HELLO.” I replied high, and moved aside form her way.
I was thinking, who is she? And was about to ask her___ she went inside like breeze, which came moment before. With her sweet words saying, “ thanks”.

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