Smooth winds touching the soul, Butterflies in stomach. It was a divine new feeling for her. The all new eternal experience, A moment where all carving stops a sudden, and start a sudden.
She was dreaming, leaning onto chair in veranda, looking the horizon. The sky seems orange but she didn’t notice. Her mind was full with the incident from last night. The guy in blue, shaved chin, buffed with muscle like a perfect man.
“I wish I could meet him, again.”
And everything fades from her eyes
Honk! Honk! Peep! Peep!
What! Is he the same guy standing over there? Yeah! look like him, still not sure. “
And then she got a glimpse, He was same guy, standing other side near the flower shop.
“Got you ! 10, 9, 8…” She exclaimed
But soon, A bus came and the guy fades.
All she wants, was an email or a contact to have conversation, to meet again. But it was disaster for her. She can’t.
The truth beside Love, Accidents that actually happen apart from book.
Shubham Kumar Bharti