Smiles or Eyes or both?

At first, it was her eyes, on that august evening, when the clouds were holding up and sun was trying to be cool? Was it her eyes too? When, for the first time I saw her, i was frozen. It was about to rain and I was about to get a cardiac arrest. The whole atmosphere was melodramatic with me waiting for our first meet. It was one of the two biggest things that happened this year.

Lost was I when at once, the air seemed so much warmer, like the icicles melting on the first morning sun. Same was my heart, when her audacity silenced and pause me for a split second. But that one second was enough for me to know that nothing in world would be so sublime. I could just feel her presence like a soft vibration coming straight from her mediastinum.

But she walked like, oh she wasn’t walking, she was like a mermaid princess, floating and flowing in her kind of world. The flowers seemed less pretty when she walked passed them. The roses were shy and jealous to see her supple cheeks shaping the exquisite of the smiles. She was calm like queen with a crown. Words will always be less but her calmness was able to shatter all the transparent walls she built over years.

It was like thousand violin playing Mozart when she would speak on the phone and we would talk for hours. It was like melody that would make you be makkha just etikai. It was more than chocolate coated in sugar and honey, the perfect blend of beauty and brain and all the things that count for values in a complete lady.

“No! I said to myself. She isn’t a human. I had read and I had felt but she had denied. Nothing would be as perfect as this. She is a rare one. God had so much leisure putting all the righteously pretty characteristics on a single person. It wasn’t fair at first. And when the evening was to growing darker, yet she was glowing with the reflection of the candle light on her face, it was clear. So clear was her smile that spoke only of a child’s innocence. Of the smiles she had gathered over years and of the smiles she wanted. We knew smiles would erase the nostalgic rope that could stuck us to the dark void of past.

And there was me. Surprised every other second with the gestures she made. She said me stories of the princess of her life through the winks she sent and the smiles I stole of hers. I never felt so right to be so much clouded by the super transcendent thoughts of hers and of the never ending affection from my simple life.

To be continue…