She!

The first time I saw her, I saw her from behind. She was carrying a trolley and talking over the phone. She crossed my seat.

The second time I saw her, she was seating diagonally to me. She was looking outside the window. I could see only half of her face.

The first time she turned her face, it felt like she had no rush in the world. She was elegant. Her eyes dispersed rays of elegance to the surroundings. I was caught looking at her by herself. She looked at my not so expressive face for some seconds before removing her eyes from me.

I was not embarrassed. I turned away and looked outside the window. I was completely swept away by her beauty. She was actually what I call being beautiful. She was simple. She was elegant. She was a perfect balance. Getting a glance of her made me feel that she could that girl who would be a successful homemaker and also be a great boss at work. She was way beyond perfect. I knew that I wanted her and also knew that I would never have her.

She was independent. To her, her surroundings didn’t affect her. She was within herself. She was reserved. She was serene. Her whole body was radiating serenity. Her hands, feet and everything else were proportionate to each other. Right from her forehead to her feet, she was perfect.

I am actually running out of words here to describe her. We exchanged looks quite a number of times. She knew I was looking at her and I knew she didn’t mind. I could read her expressions.

I liked her voice. I liked her. I just made an error in my judgment of her age. That left me sad, I won’t say shattered.

She made me feel like falling in love again. She was beautiful. I don’t regret not knowing her name.

I just love the fact she was with me in my journey back to the feeling of being in love all over again.