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How do I Look...? - II


“How am I looking?” were the words which came out of her mouth after a long silent walk. Tying her hairs, she asked him to hold her phone and clutch…

He knew it was coming… Every time she asks, he do not say anything why? What is he thinking…? Maybe picking the right words to make a perfect sentence for her…   

How can he say how she looked…? With every shade of light, how she reflected beauty in each sight. She never looked as beautiful as she looked the day, he first saw her… rather her beauty compounded, got multiplied with every second that they were together…

Since the day he saw her… the sleepless nights which he had with her… where she was in his dreams, yet it was so real…

No matter what she worn, how expensive, trendy, beautiful it might be, it was the beauty of hers which reflected in those attire…

How naïve she might be knowing everything about everyone but not knowing the things which he did only for her… How she never saw the truth in his eyes among all those lies…

His eyes… which were not on her… but which never left her… the ears which always hear her even when they are not together…

True at his heart that he never had any unchaste thoughts about her… but it's not true that he did not have any desires for her… he hated it that he can't see her with every morning light… it made him sad that he can't sleep watching her, by her side each night…

Still, he did not want much, never even had a thought of touch… because for the things that he had in his heart was such…

Among all these imperfections if something that was perfect it was her… for him even if not for the world… but for him definition of world was the description of hers…

He wondered why he was with her… she was like a sky with her own bunch of stars, and he was like a cloud in her life… she was a queen among the bees, and he was a flower in the yard… She will be gone into the world of hers… and he will be like a lost penny in her expensive purse…

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