Happy days…


The last couple of days, I was dying to succumb to my ultimate avocation…my love…writing!
But alas…dearth of a topic made all endeavours to strangle my craving…
Yet I am here…
Though I can’t flaunt the topic as a good one this time…
Last night I introspected hard about the topic…albeit I didn’t find a point to support the mention of the topic but did get a hunch of it earning me a morsel of elation.
And so I am here to scribble something which rang my bells…
If I am interrogated, “What, as per my psyche, could be an apropos gift for just a pace junior at my alma meter?”…One would surely twig a palpable dichotomy between my verdict a few days back and now.
Three days back, it would have been something suave, sedate…in other words, something from the book.
But now, it’s something which won’t appear even in the thickest tome on the subject.
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Before you surmise something nasty (especially carnal, blue), I will tell you what it is…
It’s LIVON…
Not to give her tresses a silky shine or a straight texture but to keep her hair damp for a longer while after bath…
She has been a junior for a consummate year but did never catch my notice so staunchly…
Three days back she strolled into the auditorium and so my notice…and claimed to be my fifth crush.
Though a half an hour later, all fantasies flushed away as her hair lost dampness…and she was again downgraded to again be an incumbent in the JAG (just another girl) department.
This story depicts how lasses maul my composure as a committed single…
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But that day I realized that asunder from my anticipation, she (my love) has greater prowess…
Her oomph has greater dimensions…
She might seem to have reached slumber but is still wide awake.
That day, though I was entangled in ogling my eye candy…but something made me twitchy…
Somewhere in my head her memories lurked…
Soon after, I was catapulted to the day I saw her afresh after the drizzle drenched her.
Sporting a yellow top and a navy blue Capri, she sauntered into the chemistry class.
She wasn’t wet but was damp…
It had just started to drizzle…
She looked miffed by the sudden outbreak of shower but I was gratified by the GOD’s grace.
The exasperated look tagged on to her ravishing beauty…
A few hair straggled on her forehead assured her appearance to be drop dead gorgeous…
Rain water had drained all her aped arrogance and now she replicated innocence…she replicated her…
Soon enough she gave her face a dab with a napkin…
Then followed something which left me dumb struck…
She giggled at me as if somewhere in her subconscious psyche she knew my ogling her...
She looked innocent…more delectable…and I were just left to awe…
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p.s. its dedicated to you my friend...i have never seen anyone so truly, madly and deeply in love...hope she can get lucky!!