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I saw her a couple of weeks ago. From across the room she smiled. I smiled back. I had always liked her since I first saw her. Perhaps it was her charisma or her smile or may be it was the way she talked, animated and full of life, or I don’t really know. We met formally once through the mutual friends and I have never been able to meet her again to know her better. But I did eavesdrop in the conversations her friends had hoping to get to know her a little.

No one could imagine the joy it gave when she finally smiled at me the first time. For a second, I curbed my intuition of screaming out loudly. I blacked out the voices. Boy, I was glad. She and I talked, talked about things under the sun, and the moon as the stars glazed in the night sky. I was happy and I wished that she was too. I had not contemplated what was happening with me. Sometimes, I am not aware of what was going on around me, forgetting things I was supposed to do.

And one day she waited, her eyes searching for someone, I saw her. I thought it was me, her eyes searched for. I waved to get her attention from across the road. She didn’t see. I called, she didn’t listen. But then there were people all around. So, I decided to go and greet her. And as I was about to take the step, she smiled like I had never seen before, the joy in her eyes were the joy I had for long time since I saw her. I was surprised how she could mimic me so perfectly. Did she know what I felt for her? Does she feel the same about me too. But the smile she had, the joy it had in the eyes weren’t looking at me. They were for someone else.

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P.S. : This is a pure work of fiction. Really.

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  1. Ak, to be honest I am a beginner in writing or you could call me beginner in reading which surely is two faces of same coin not making much difference. Your simple writing related to simple incidents makes my heart go awe. Thank you for this sweet motivation( which indeed shows up reading your script).

    • Hi Sanjana,

      I believe I should follow you on Instagram to follow your work. Thanks for following me there, first of all. Really appreciate it. 🙂

      I understand what you mean. But I would love to read your work. I have sent the instagram req, but I wanted to know whether you have a blog?

      Secondly, I am glad that you could relate to what I have written. I believe I should be thanking you for motivating with this sweet comment.
      Thank you for dropping by and I really look forward to reading your writing.

      Take Care. 🙂

  2. hello ak

    i don’t own a blog yet neither do I post my work on instagram. Thank you for following me back. I will surely dm u my tiny tiny work( coz that is all i have for now).

    • Hey Sanjana,

      Thank you for the prompt response. I would love to read it. Oh sure. Please do.

      And also, if you need any sort of help, that I can do, do let me know.

      P.S. You can call me Ajay. 😊

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