LONELY WALK TURNS TO LOVELY TALK.

"Are you free now?" Shreya Goshal resembled Srishti's voice as she approached my ear drum. "YESS," I replied with my lips, but deep within my heart, I was filled with a mixture of happiness, astonishment, and excitement.

"Can we walk for a while?" The second question broke my imagination and the silence between us.

Her question reminded me of the traditional marriage of South Indians, 7 steps around the holy fire, but I got out of the imagination because I could feel the intensity in her exhaled air... So, I came into reality and replied.

Sure, it's my pleasure.." Then she had a weird look with her beautiful eyes, which made me revise the dialogue once again.

But just in a fraction of a second, her weird look is filled with a smile. I understand GAUSS LAW, but GIRLS LAW is incomprehensible...

But deep inside, an inner voice raised its tone and said You idiot, learn to read her eyes. You are going to study them for the rest of your life."

What’s your name? Srishti inquired about my whereabouts...

Doesn’t she know me?

What are you, Barak Obama or Osama bin Laden? My inner voice interrogated me.

My name is Arjun. I replied politely.

Then she said, "Arjun."

My god, at that moment, I realised how fortunate A, R, J, U, and N were to be included in that set of alphabets...In the Theory of Phonetics, syllables and pronunciation proved their existence.

I want to hear it twice.

So, I acted like I hadn’t heard anything. Then she called me "Rey, Arjun."

The four chambers of the heart are completely filled with contentment. I apologised to my blood for this bloody comparison.

But in the cyclone of thoughts, my brain searched for an excellent word.

Yes, DEAR, I said...

As just the word DEAR reached her ear drum, I can't see the vibrations in her eardrum, but I can clearly see variations in her eyes.

She inquired solely with her eyes...

I don’t know your name... So, I called you "DEAR." I covered the situation with an applicable lie.

"Her eyes appeared to accept the reason.""

My name is Srishti. But if you are comfortable with it, dear, call me the same.

I love that word. "

I felt like I had won an Olympic gold medal in swimming by participating in running..

"Dear, tell me something about you." I questioned her even though I mastered her biodata.

"There is nothing to say, just explore."

Her words took me towards philosophy.

Whereas her eyes grabbed me into reality,

Her answer revealed that she was not interested in saying anything about herself.

We were still walking.. then everyone on the road stared at us with astonishment.

I felt like winning an Oscar, and my Oscar was walking with me. By studying their faces, "this might be what jealousy is called," my little brain understood.

I want to ask her about her status, like single or committed. But her pointed heels stopped me from asking that question.

Suddenly, two things stopped: one was her pointed hills and the second one was my heartbeat.

She pointed towards a bench which was somewhat far away from the regular benches.

I didn’t focus on the bench. I was looking at her hand for the first time. Then I realised how deeply I was in love with her eyes.

Frankly speaking, I am scrutinising her fingers which I am going to put a ring on in the future. I am glaring at her hand, which I am going to hold for the next few years.

"Isn’t it beautiful!!" she exclaimed. With your entry, my life became beautiful. Not only is this bench wonderful, everything is wonderful.. My inner voice spoke in a low voice.

I nodded because my brain was busy preparing for the next segment on this bench. Because this bench meeting will be the benchmark for my future meetings,

Then a romantic song reached my ears.

I thought it was my imagination. But it’s her mobile phone, excuse me! Her eyes conveyed the message to me...

That call gifted me valuable time for the creative soul inside my heart.

Earth is grateful for gravitational force because it is what keeps her moving.

I can feel a marathon between photon particles in light reaching her.

Moon is the only one with a heart full of jealousy by looking at Srishti’s beauty.

Sun might be disappointed that he doesn't have to work at night...

Stars are just like flashlights, decorating the auditorium called the sky.

Flowers are trying their best to compete with her fragrance. But it’s futile.

I can find mist particles under light which are shivering and indicating that a cool breeze is travelling towards Srishti..

Koel increased the sweetness in singing to distract Srishti from her nature, but it seems to be useless.

Air I exhale, acting like a carrier wave which is encrypted with a love message. Suddenly, her entry opened the doors into reality...

Yeah, which branch are you from?" She started her interview once again. Just like a TV9 reporter after a short break.

"Chemical," I tried to reply, in the hope of creating some chemistry between us.

Oh, really great! She replied with her lips but not with her eyes, because she was busy on her mobile phone, texting someone at a high speed.

There might be a small Camlin scale gap between us since we are sitting on a bench.

In general, my heart rate can be represented by a Sinx or a Cosx graph... with a few ups and downs...

But suddenly, her right arm touched my left arm and my heartbeat started rising just like Tanx graph, Tending to Infinity..

This touch demonstrated to me how fire is formed by rubbing two stones together.

"It’s really cool," she said, rubbing her left arm with her right palm.

I guess her soul is shivering due to the cool breeze, whereas my soul is sweat-soaked because of the heat produced by her touch. My stupid soul shouted in silence, "Why can’t this bench be located in Siberia?"

"It’s really cool here," I replied, with some satisfaction in my voice...

"Why are you so excited today?" She posed a question with her left eye brow raised...

"Don’t you feel excited when your dreams come true?" I replied.

"Aha, is anything special today?" She asked with the same excitement I had in my eyes...

"Yeah, I realised dreams can also talk to me..."

Her look made me clueless about writing the next dialogue.

"Yeah, do you say I am a regular person in your dreams?" she questioned, with some naughty tone encrypted in her voice...

My eyes are overly familiar with yours.

She smiled for the first time with both eyes and lips. That moment made me encapsulate the hidden talent of flirting...

"All right, then, will you allow my eyes to watch you every day... not just in dreams, but also in reality?"

I was just as astonished as a student who was attending his first c-programming class.

At a distance, I can find some girls with candles in their hands, with smiles lightened by the light of candles.

The whole backdrop was duplicated like a church with sisters holding candles behind in a marriage eve...

She took a deep breath, which made my heartbeat graph once again. She held both my hands and started saying......