His eyes got stuck on that countenance for never before had he seen a creation prettier than her. She was sitting on the old wrought park bench , sleeping innocuously , when a gust of wind blew past that divine face and her hair fell like a black shimmering cascade.
Seeing that subtle smile across her lips , he wondered "is she dreaming?" Those arched eyebrows, an aquiline nose , rosy cheeks perhaps dimpled were enough to fill his heart with passion. He felt his heart overwhelmed by a desire to possess her , a desire to protect her from the unsavory world. He was lost in his thoughts when suddenly she opened her eyes.Those divine hazel eyes were gazing at him and he felt that he had fallen for her.
"Pooja, are you awake?" a matured female voice inquired . The girl responded to the voice and said "Yes, Ma!" A fat plump lady came by her side and softly said "Come Pooja, lets go. Its dusk and we are late. Hold my hands." Pooja nodded and struggled to find her mother's wrist and gripped it hard. She stood up gently taking her mother's support and with a childish inquisitiveness she asked "Ma, how does the evening look? Has the sun set or is it still there in the horizon? "
Her mom answered , "Sweetheart, the sky looks serene, beautiful and it has turned reddish , slightly purplish. Twilight is on its way." Pooja was enchanted by the description but her face appeared dismayed . She choked and said " How would a person who sees nothing but complete blackness know what Red and Purple are! To me, they sound worthless."
The man sighed and wondered "God gives everything to someone who doesn't know the value of it. I wish she could see how beautiful she is!"
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