Usual sultry afternoon, four friends were waiting for their usual brunch of ‘butter masala dosa ‘in a small and only restaurant in the periphery. All faces dried out of hard hot sun. As the warm wind dawdled and took away little moisture of agility.
It was only a moment probing the ambience when a herd of lively people came to the restaurant. The centre of their unmatched energy was a slim tall figure in pink continuously blurting words. She was busy gossiping and trying to sort out some prank those bunch of guys have created a while ahead. Unaware of the outer harsh world and bright old sun, her innocence caught my attention.
To describe her, she was a lean and strong with a prominent collar bone, a tall figure of 5ft 8in.She had clear deep brown eyes with black long hair. She was wearing a simple serene pink colored kurta proving her unconcern for fashion. She had a melancholy voice whenever she spoke legible language (Hindi for me).
Why had she curtailed her beauty? Doesn’t she want to look charming like other ladies in the town? Or is she not aware how beautiful she was? Hasn’t anyone told her? These thoughts filled up my mind. There was a sudden urge in me to tell her that she was not meant to be like this.
As my paradox of my own creation of her broke, she was hopping around the restaurant giving hi5s to some old friends, being jubilant. I noticed she was the only girl in her flock. I sunk in my feelings with a remark in my head that she was not my dream girl. I told my friends that she was a ‘tomboy’!!! and moved out of the restaurant.
So thats how you want your dream girl to be?ahem ahem!Nothing better to start off than dreams :)
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