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First Love
Bhargavi
May 04
|17:34
Last Updated on Wed, 11 Aug 2010 13:17
Her hair went upwards as though they were commanded to do a“hands up!” It was not all the serene atmosphere I thought I would meet the lady of my life. I expected it to be around the sea for some vague reason. This is more than just attractive.Her hair played truants with her and she tried to pull back the reins into some semblance of order, in vain.
How young and radiant she looks! You know, I want to describe how she appears to my eyes this instant moment. If only it were possible to describe the emotion I am going through, if only my happiness can be quantified with mere words. If only I were as verbose as her.No, we haven’t exchanged any words yet, but her eyes can hardly remain quiet.
Despite her best efforts to look past me, or turn her back towards me, she had to check herself from glancing at my side. Without sounding too phony, I must confess that there have been too many to compliment me for my looks, impeccable sense of dressing and well, even my craziness regarding vanishing at times. I have never felt full, if you know what it means. But, the way she looked at me, despite the stretch that separated us, made me a man to the brim.
I could almost see her shiver. I could feel the magical streak of something jolting her insides. I made a good job of concealing that emotion off my visage. Nonetheless, my eyes single-mindedly drilled her. Her hair kept flowing from right to left, back and forth, across her face, behind her neck, clinging to her waist, and my eyes followed her without any trace of embarrassment.
Abruptly, her hair stopped the swing-play, and the surrounding smacked of silence. The feminine in her realized what she was made to forget in the moments of ecstasy, that she was a virgin gal, standing shamelessly naked in the middle of nowhere. I gradually got down from my heights of dizziness and solemnly popped up the question. The Cocoa and nut tree that she is, replied without blushing, “Oh! Honey Moon, you have always been my diamond ring.”
How young and radiant she looks! You know, I want to describe how she appears to my eyes this instant moment. If only it were possible to describe the emotion I am going through, if only my happiness can be quantified with mere words. If only I were as verbose as her.No, we haven’t exchanged any words yet, but her eyes can hardly remain quiet.
Despite her best efforts to look past me, or turn her back towards me, she had to check herself from glancing at my side. Without sounding too phony, I must confess that there have been too many to compliment me for my looks, impeccable sense of dressing and well, even my craziness regarding vanishing at times. I have never felt full, if you know what it means. But, the way she looked at me, despite the stretch that separated us, made me a man to the brim.
I could almost see her shiver. I could feel the magical streak of something jolting her insides. I made a good job of concealing that emotion off my visage. Nonetheless, my eyes single-mindedly drilled her. Her hair kept flowing from right to left, back and forth, across her face, behind her neck, clinging to her waist, and my eyes followed her without any trace of embarrassment.
Abruptly, her hair stopped the swing-play, and the surrounding smacked of silence. The feminine in her realized what she was made to forget in the moments of ecstasy, that she was a virgin gal, standing shamelessly naked in the middle of nowhere. I gradually got down from my heights of dizziness and solemnly popped up the question. The Cocoa and nut tree that she is, replied without blushing, “Oh! Honey Moon, you have always been my diamond ring.”
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Comments
No, you are just too tired of me
Danke! :)
@Dipak,
Keep commenting. May I remind you that you are not compelled to read :)Anyway, I like irritating people, and suits me fine
@Habeeb,
Sure. Quote
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