Meeting Hiya

I was on my final year when I first met her on an inter department football tournament. She was in a red kurta and was cheering the boyscluelessly. I still haven't understood whether she had any idea or was shouting waywardly, better say cheering the boys just to have fun. Yes she grabbed my attention . I won't judge her , I won't be judgmental to decipher her will ; but I will only say I couldn't take myself out of her enigmatic existence. She was like a wild breeze, she surrounded me with her thoughts.

I can vividly remember that day when we met for the second time. It was at the time of evening time I was returning from my classes. I was not able to walk anymore and my body was aching with fatigue. Suddenly a bell rang very loudly behind my back. I saw Vijay , smiling like an idiot. I couldn't find a way to smile seeing him , I found him really annoying . And was about to shout on him but a shower of a smile stopped my time . She was pretty. Pretty like anything. I stopped there . Though she was smiling in a high pitched voice but it had the sound of a musical fountain.At that moment, I could have done everything to have a little talk with her, which I had . She was in search of a friend or companion that she could not find at that new address . More than a companion or friend she wanted a guide, who would show her the path of virtue.

She was of dark complexion , had a quality hair, a stupid smile and a fake immature appearance. But her 'no matter what happens I'm with you' - this attitude made me fall for her. After our second meeting , we started chatting over social networking sites. I asked her for a date.She agreed to that. She was a funny creature . She was excited and so was I. I loved to see her smile and giggle. We went tokopai . It was my first date with a junior. We walkedaround the jungle , passed from the cultivated lands. Walked across the river bank and visited a tiny dhaba beside the road.

I still remember those days , but still I hope to relive those moments. I cherish those moments with her whenever I visit the memory lane. But she has gone miles away from me that I am unable to touch her , just like an intangible object. She has hidden herself behind the clouds . Sometimes she peeps and gives me a brief encounter.