by Kashish Sharma
There she was, standing in the crowd laughing along with the rest of the unknown faces. For a split second everything around him had phased out except her. He kept on walking, his legs were moving but his eyes had long fixated upon that beauty.
He knew nothing of love, but love sure knew a lot about him. He wondered what she was talking about, what intrigued her and moreover, why would she want to hang out with those pretentious douchebags who had somehow been gifted with her company. He could hear her talk, her voice had escalated from a faint whisper to a stream of verbal converse. Even though she was busy describing her day to her friends, her eyes were continuously searching for something or someone. He tried to take his eyes off her but she knew that he was watching her.
She looked at him and he returned her back with a shy nod. His persona wreaked of romanticism, and he believed if it was meant to be then something would happen. An attempt was made to force himself to approach her but as usual, which had now become a habit, he tapped out.
He knew nothing of love, but love sure knew a lot about him. He wondered what she was talking about, what intrigued her and moreover, why would she want to hang out with those pretentious douchebags who had somehow been gifted with her company. He could hear her talk, her voice had escalated from a faint whisper to a stream of verbal converse. Even though she was busy describing her day to her friends, her eyes were continuously searching for something or someone. He tried to take his eyes off her but she knew that he was watching her.
She looked at him and he returned her back with a shy nod. His persona wreaked of romanticism, and he believed if it was meant to be then something would happen. An attempt was made to force himself to approach her but as usual, which had now become a habit, he tapped out.