...I just saw her
on the gates of her house while she was laughing very cheerfully over
something. May be; it was a silly prank of her brother which made her laugh so
nicely. Her looks are really natural which can't be explained in words. No combination
of adjectives is enough to narrate her charismatic persona.
The major striking
point of her outlook is that she is significantly taller than most girls of her
age group. She is slim with very attractive eyes. When dressed in white, she
looks more like an angel descended straight from heavens. Sometimes I feel I am
connected to her with a unique mystic bond.
This quiet and nice
evening, where sun is slowly turning down his head and disappearing into the
shed has left some precious, delicate and untouched feelings about her in my
mind. This type of disturbance was never before. Although we are pretty much unfamiliar,
I felt that I knew her from ages.
Very far away, I
could see a small orange circle meeting slowing with the straight line of the
horizon. The sunset brings darkness, which brings to the mind; hopelessness
with traces of disappointment and defeat. But still the small moon and its tiny
companions; the stars keep our hopes alive and remind us that fazed pieces of
joy and hope are not far away. During the whole night, they keep us reminding
that if the world at present is filled with pessimism and dampness, tomorrow
again there will be a new day, a new raising, a new rising, a new beginning, a
new start, a new inauguration, a new journey...
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