PART 4: ~APSARI~

             The next day, morning broke with the same old routine but the nights were always beautiful for me. After school I returned late and hurried my to tuition which  took 10 minutes by walk but my bicycle ride took nearly 20 minutes as it had to stop at every possible places on the way where my friends gathered.

             As usual I reached my tuitions 15 minutes late of the time scheduled to start. “Where is she?” I mumbled, and my eyes searching for Baisakhi.

             She was sitting on the second bench. I walked straight and sat behind her, opened my copies my seriousness vanished as if a flame in candle popped out. My eyes searching for everyone excepting if someone was new or the old sloths were again to accompany me in my quest of gliding through what Sir said in class.

             Just then my eyes fell on a girl on the left side of Baisakhi, a new girl.

             The sight of her soft skin fit short Punjabi dress that enhances the looks of her well-shaped body was the reason why I was lost in beauty for nearly an hour. It was not every day that an average Indian boy like me could witness someone so hot even in an Indian outfit.

Her semicircular projections of the body were struggling to accommodate within the restriction of the clothes. Her pen fell. While reaching out for it, she bowed her hands, and the gap at her neckline broadened to highlight her hemispheres.

             “Wow!” I mumbled . Sometimes my mouth automatically opens wide. They were mind blowing. Even when I still think that God had created the world upside down but I still I thanked God, some of his creations are so pleasant to the eye that you can keep looking at them forever. I was lost in her, and impulsively a loud voice cracked my feelings.

             “Where is your homework?” Sir shouted right beside my ears.

             “Oh shit “, I murmured.

             “Where is it?” he said.

             “I am really sorry sir “ ,attempting to be with flow of being an obedient student , but even sir did not heed any attention to my attempt of submitting the homework which I never  did but always forgot bring it to class. Maybe he just wanted me to put my greedy eyes off from her to his blackboard.

             Hours seem like minutes when you are having a nice time. The class was finished. As usual I walked with Baisakhi towards her house but this time a new lady had joined us.

             “Hi, I’m Sunny”, I looked at her .She was just what the doctor had ordered, simply amazing. That was the first time we saw in each other’s eyes. I never read poems but I am sure that the ‘eyes’ described by the poets were very similar to hers. Her slim, silky, double –toned   hair looked excellent. I glanced at her body the   neck, there to she was flawless.

             “I’m Apsari “, she introduced herself, and she belonged from some missionary school. We introduced ourselves pretty well, much to exchanged our phone numbers.

             That night her SMS from an unknown number flashed in my mobile. Previously, having bad experiences about unknown numbers I ignored the text. Later, when I read the message I saw it was a sweet love shayari. I bounced up on my bed, I replied,

             “Who is this?”

             “I’m Apsari, didn’t you save my no.?”

             And in no time we were engaged in a conversation much to forget how late at night it was.