I saw her in the park where me and my friends ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ซ used to play cricket ๐, she was sitting on the bench with a sketchbook ๐ in her hand and a set of pencils โ probably she was an artist ๐จ๐ญ๐, I don’t know much about painting, and wasn’t interested in sketches at that moment, but when I saw her, the girl with long black hair, round spectacles with an innocent look on her face ๐ฉโ๐จ. In my mind *I felt like yes I will buy a sketchbook ๐and start painting ๐จ and probably will sit next to her and show her my drawings* my daydream got broken when a ball ๐ coming straight towards me and it was four 4โฃย I missed the ball, and my friends were like “what the hell you doing man ๐ก๐ ”,ย suddenly all of them figured it out where I was actually looking at that time โ. They saw her too and I was like play the game you silly morons ๐ก. Whenever anyone finds a chance they keep sneaking at her and that time โ I was pointing out who the hell is looking at her ๐ก. After collecting all my courage I pushed the ball towards her, rushed at her and asking her to pass the ball๐ฅ, she looked back at me smiled and passes the ball towards me. * I was like I’m in heaven now she definitely will be my wife ๐ฐ though she seems few years older than me but yes I will marry her I was determined in my mind ๐*.
After she left and we went back home, I was so keen and waiting โณ restlessly for the next evening, on the next eve when we reach the ground first thing I wanted to see is that bench and on that the girl, oh ๐ฒ she is not here yet, waited and waited but she didn’t come. * I was like I have been thrown away from heaven to hell* days passed but she wasn’t there, on the Saturday eve when we reached the ground there she was, the girl sitting on the bench with her sketchbook ๐. There was no limit of my joy I just wanted to wave at ๐ her and ask her where you been I was so worried ๐, but I controlled my emotions and managed to smile only, she smiles back and got busy in her painting ๐จ. Now I figured it out that she comes on Saturday eve only and maybe she was a college student ๐ฉโ๐so very less time โ for other activities, she watches our game as well while sitting and drawing, she often appreciates me with her facial expressions, when I do good in the game, like taking wickets or hitting a four 4, I caught her laughing ๐คฃ๐as well whenever I do mistakes, like dropping catches, so many emotions yet no words were spoken. After a few months, she stopped coming as well maybe her studies got over or any other things I don’t know anything about her, yet I remember her the girl with a sketchbook.
Sometimes a story doesn’t need a word to say and it doesn’t require to be complete, yet they are beautiful โจ and magical โจ๐ฉ๐ฎ in their own way…
Thought of the day 