The fateful day.

The following week, I sat in the classroom being prepared that I wanted to see her. My eyes were scanning around the classroom, trying to find her.  It was as if I was more concerned about finding her than to complete my studies or just even living. The chaos in the class stood still for a while, and then there she was, she gracefully opened the door, with the cranking noise. The way she gently walked past the door and entered the class was an affectionate moment in itself. The way she carried herself, in an elegant and confident way, is a sight to see. But needless to say, not every eye can see through things like I did. You need an artist's eyes to see through the human emotions.

She was wearing a simple green salwar kameez, and my god! she looked amazing in it. As i was observing her closely, i noticed her eyes. It was black with a slight hint of brown. It was not the most beautiful eyes i saw, but I could see a world of emotions in her eyes, which was a reflection of her own inner self. They held a magical power that drew me into the depths of the sparkling eyes. I was ready to jump off a moving horse, just for the glance of eyes. My mouth was opened wide as I gazed upon her.

A woman's hair is a fashion statement. It shows her identity and personality. Her hair was more than just a mere physical attribute. It showed her individuality and her unique spirit. Her hair was symbolic to her bold confidence that made her stand out from the crowd. It was truly mesmerizing to watch her.

The way she greeted everyone with a smile on her face with cute dimples...