she remembers....
an average height boy standing beneath the tall tree she didn't know the
name of. looking at her as she asked, 'would u catch the train to DGP?'
that was the moment, now she knows, that bound her to him forever...
those eyes, so characteristic of his community, continued to look as he
replied gravely,'yes'. he was silent that day. an average boy...as days rolled she
discovered that she had a soft corner for him, a certain sweetness which rendered
all his boyish behavior a certain charm in her eyes. thats all. was it? his moustache,
so teenager like, and the way he walked, a slow rhythm in it. a sort of deliberate
grace though every bit natural. not like Anna as she walked with strong n
noisy steps, emulating smartness of movie divas or 'modern' women, keeping
her spine erect, as if going to war...all the while losing it.
(to be contd.)
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