The Damsel

There she stood in front of me, draped in a silk saree, personifying beauty and elegance. Her hair were untied and the ear-rings dangling to-and-fro reminded me of the mood swings she commonly had. The smile she had on her face was like sunshine and the way she carried herself had me into complete frenzy. As she stepped forward, a gush of wind blew her hair exposing her soft wheatish cheeks and I gaped at her foolishly. There was subtle mystery in her black eyes which was hard to read from behind the black frame glasses she wore. She had an aura of freshness just like the morning dew that shines like a diamond. 

As she was approaching me, my heart was pounding even faster. I had never felt like this before. My adrenalin flow had doubled and my tongue was simply stuck in my mouth. I knew her very well and we had been good,if not best of friends. But the feeling here was different..!!

     As she stood next to me, I was mesmerised by the perfume she wore. With a sparkling twinkle in her eyes she questioned me, "How am I looking dear ?" That was all..!! 

             After all the description I have given here, it should have been a cake walk for me, but it was not. I was a dumb***. This was a great opportunity, an opportunity to let my expressions flow like an unending stream, and all I could muster was "Great"..!!  Now here lies the entire irony of male gender(majority) not being able to express their feelings. There stands a most charming and exquisite lady, for whose admiration one could write epics, and when she questions you about her looks, all she gets is a "Great" which sounds better with Alexander or Akbar..!! 

     The fact is that the person is so spellbound, he falters, he stammers and he ends up messing the entire situation thereby closing all the doors of possibilities.