I know a girl.
But I never really got a chance to know her completely.
She was pretty in every way.
Her eyes, Like dark coffee with a little latte injected in to your veins.
Her hair, most gorgeous.
Red velvet pouring down from the bay. And her lips, litchi pink, not even dry.
And I adored her from a distance.
And the way she played with the kids. It was adorable. You cannot tell that she was blind by that.
Yes, she was.
I followed her to every place she visited. No, not to harm her, just for one damn glance of hers.
And I thought she wasn't aware.
Just when she started walking towards me.
"I find your smell familiar. And this smell has been with me for too long. Are you someone I know?" She uttered while trying to hold me, trying to reach for me.
"No we aren't. I just follow you, don't take it in a wrong way. But I adore you too much. " I spoke. Finally.
"Um. Thanks. But.. You aren't in love I suppose, because I am not perfect. I can't see"
"I am aware. And who said about LOVE? I am in love with your nature."
"Thank You." And she smiled. I was waiting since forever for one smile of hers.
"Do you know how pretty your eyes are?"
I asked, I really wanted to.
"No, "
"I wish you could see them..and see through them. " I spoke, feeling to punch myself in the face for saying that.
"Nah. I don't.. the problem with wishing and hoping is that it puts the power in someone else's hands. And I don't want to see such a world which judges people on their outer beauty." She said while I was amazed.
How could she be so beautiful in her words too?
The words which came out of her parted lips where something you'd kill to hear.
I was too busy in admiring the way she spoke.
When I came to senses, she walked away
"I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME..WHATS YOUR NAME?"
I screamed as loud as I could.
"I LOVE MYSTERIES I'D LOVE TO BE ONE."
She screamed back
And I let her go.
That day I realised some love stories and better left unsaid
And letting go made a whole new sense to me.
~Harshita Verma
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