The story in her eyes ....

It was a bored Sunday afternoon and a very nice lunch had me feeling a bit drowsy.. I, as everybody else would, was brushing through my thoughts..thinking of the best part of the week that had passed by… My mind stalled when I thought about a gal who, for me, at the very first look was really pretty ...way different from all the other girls who made my head turn ,...there was something written on her face ,in her eyes .A gentle 1 centimeter smile very rarely for some text message that she read on her mobile..the person who made her mouth split with that subtle smile is def worth a hug for making her do that ..Her eyes definitely had such a lot of stories to tell...And I have been seeing her everyday now . Had there not been a book before me, I could almost watch her every second ...with my heart as anxious as waiting for the results, to read the tales out of her eyes. And…she had this strange habit of counting on the number of leaves she had studied on a day.. while gently shifting the strands of hair falling across her face back to her ear..

Next Sunday afternoon was much more interesting coz of the count of number of guys giving her a glance as they passed by her ..every body would have had something to tell about her..may be about the stories ..every body would’ve had a different story to tell their close friends..and what really her eyes were telling . She definitely made the dry monotonous day of a lot of guys into a very interesting one ...

Once, a guy taking the chair next to me told me, that the best part about sitting near a good looking gal was that you’d be more focused ..he never told nor did i ask him where the focus would be on .. She was one such gal making the guys sitting near her making them focus .... She had been doing the job what even a top class professor might fail to do...make students focus .

I really had no interest in knowing who she was..what she really does or why she was there ..I din even want to know the stories her eyes carried probably because every time i see that, i could make a story on my own; which, for me was much more interesting ...So again in a few hours there she would be sitting at her usual place ...amidst a different crowd and there I would be sitting at a corner studying with my focus on and waiting for a new story to come up in my mind for the next week ...