I recovered from the wounds she gave me.. Not completly but, to an extend - i was also responsible for what happened.. The College days made me busy. The occassional drinks in the corners of campus... The debates and discussions. Shelley and Keats were in the air..The Campus Shankara had an impact on me.. She was gorgeous in her looks , especially in the mornings..
My friends, labeled as bad boys in the college, Ogling at girls was a routine.. Shankara smiled at us.. will all her beauty and charm.. The banyan tree , the lovers corner , where many love affairs blossomed and crushed..
Again, into my life... Someone came in.. I started making me decent and censored my actions..just to impress her.. She was beautiful like a rose.. the smell of oil from her hair made me feel , ecstasy.. She used to sing, in low tone.. Like a whisper. The worried eyes, always made me closer to her... The lunch break seemed to be too short... I didn’t told her my love.. Till now.. She lives in peace… and me too….
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