I saw her in the park where me and my friends ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ used to play cricket ๐Ÿ, she was sitting on the bench with a sketchbook ๐Ÿ“• in her hand and a set of pencils โœ probably she was an artist ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ™‹, 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 ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ. In my mind *I felt like yes I will buy a sketchbook ๐Ÿ“•and start painting ๐ŸŽจ and probably will sit next to her and show her my drawings* my daydream got broken when a ball ๐Ÿˆ coming straight towards me and it was four 4โƒฃย  I missed the ball, and my friends were like “what the hell you doing man ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ”,ย  suddenly all of them figured it out where I was actually looking at that time โŒš. They saw her too and I was like play the game you silly morons ๐Ÿ˜ก. Whenever anyone finds a chance they keep sneaking at her and that time โŒš I was pointing out who the hell is looking at her ๐Ÿ˜ก. After collecting all my courage I pushed the ball towards her, rushed at her and asking her to pass the ball๐ŸฅŽ, 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 ๐Ÿ‘ฐ though she seems few years older than me but yes I will marry her I was determined in my mind ๐Ÿ’*.
After she left and we went back home, I was so keen and waiting โณ 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 ๐Ÿ˜ฒ 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 ๐Ÿ“•. There was no limit of my joy I just wanted to wave at ๐Ÿ‘‹ her and ask her where you been I was so worried ๐Ÿ˜”, but I controlled my emotions and managed to smile only, she smiles back and got busy in her painting ๐ŸŽจ. Now I figured it out that she comes on Saturday eve only and maybe she was a college student ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“so very less time โŒš 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 ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚as 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 โœจ and magical โœจ๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿ”ฎ in their own way