Amidst the cake party I attended just because of the compulsion of my bestfriend , I saw people who spread cake on others faces , people who were conscious of who would call them pretty or manner less , people who were exact extroverts and spoke to anybody they met , people who were dancing to the tunes , people who were behind organising work . But what caught my attention was a beautiful girl in a beautiful attire , her smile was her unique feature ,her hair was wavy , and tall enough to be called so ..but I noticed her eyes looked teary and she seemed to be secluded but still present .. I was curious to know about her , I got to her , enquired if she was ok and asked her name . She was an interesting a character , a one that I have never met and her voice was womanly and had a pretty good accent. I asked her about her family , friends, academics and interests ; for she told me she wasn't good at math but loved English but exclaimed she wasn't an ardent lover of books and she believed in writing her own ..
She who loved to recite poems , sing songs , bake cakes , write stories and poems never was a good athlete nor a great artist nor a n exceptional beautiful dancer but loved dancing said she ...
This was the girl I met when I was 19 , she whose eyes hid tears , she whose smile covered up stories of something unsaid and unheard .
She was the girl I met when I was 19 , and she - the one with an interesting character, but an uneasy past ( I guessed ) ..



To be continued ..................

© #aish
#writcoapp #writers #storytime #story #friendship #stories #writersofinstagram #aishwaryamenon