In the park.
Tuesday evening, I saw a beautiful girl sitting in front of me. Her eyes were wide open, I amazed myself that I was searching my happiness in her eye. That eye was a dreamer’s eye. Black panted Kajal was trying to defend from evil soul, I thought. A classic Hindi song was playing in my heart, “tere kale kale najare”. Her ear ring was swing while she moving. Time to time she made her hair with her hand. Her fingers were beautiful. I didn’t but one handful air came and kissed her then gone. She was wearing black Kurta and Surawal. Her face was covered with mask that was also black in colour. Her attire was black. Covid Sucked economy, everything around the world but that was the first time that it ruined my partly happing love. How did I call her to open up her mask, how did I call her I wanted to see her nose, chick and lips with my eyes. That’s was unfair but what if she opened her mask and I could have to run away....