'My name is Carl. I live down the valley with my family.'
'I live around the old church with my grandmother' I smiled looking at his brown eyes.
He continued-
'I had a brother. He passed away when I was fourteen,' he breathed heavily.
'He was nine years younger than me. He was something more to me than a brother.'

'So what do you do other than reading?' I asked spontaneously. But he doesn't seem to get distracted from what he is talking about. I don't know what to ask or what to do. Should I ask more about his family or should I tell him good about the fates, that everything is happening for good?

I always feel confused around him. Every emotion I feel can't be directly expressed unless I evaluate whether it is right or wrong. I know it's just our first meet, but !

'I love to paint and nowadays I'm more into sculpture.'
I was startled by his sudden response, after that kind of silence. 'Oh great! That's something interesting.' I smiled and nodded to what he was saying while caressing my hair.

'Your hair is so beautiful but not more than your eyes.

And..' he paused.

My heart awaited tensely enough and beat so fast to hear him say next.
'And your pink cheeks too' he grinned.
I think I will be permanently embarrassed if this goes on. He smiled more rolling his shining white sleeves.

We then commented about the wind that passed and those birds and greens. I wasn't more into poetry unless I heard him elaborating on every tiny thing those eyes sparkled at.

'The wind carries so many stories from all the corners it goes and spreads them to new spaces in its finest possible way. That's why we feel different each time when wind passes around touching from our skin to the heart' he said.


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