searching her.. in the streets of London... #3

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‘But’ the old woman said with her eyes wide opened once again.

‘But.. I saw an angel coming down…’ somewhere in my heart, I heard an A R Rahman song, actually I felt like kissing her right away but controlled my feelings because I was not alone.

‘Sri, hide.. hide..’, we all hid ourselves outside the gate waiting for the clock to show 11:59 as well as enjoyed the fun because she was searching for us inside the gate. When the clock ticked 12:00, we lighted the candle shouting, ‘Happy Birthday Hassini ! !’. She came running to the street, blew the candle, and enjoyed our surprise. When it comes to birthday celebrations, I will be the first one to apply cake on birthday babies and she is not an exception to escape from me.

‘No.. No… please idiot.. no no please’ she pleaded but NO MERCY for anyone on their special days. First we applied cake on her face, next decorated her with tomatoes and egg. She tried to escape from us but couldn’t because we MONSTERS never miss such sweet opportunities. It took almost forty-five minute for us to complete the celebrations and while leaving I said, ‘Hey you look damn cute, and your eyes are so so hypnotic. Why don’t you donate them? I don’t want such beautiful eyes to be buried in earth instead let it light someone life.’ She was happy to hear my words and so her parents. As I wished, Hassini, Sridevi, our gang and I donated our eyes on her birthday that made us feel proud and happy. ‘So see you guys..’ I said, ‘See you.. bye…’ everyone happily said before leaving the hospital.

As soon as I reached my home, I missed Hassini so I sent her a sms, ‘Shall we meet in the park’, ‘I love too..’, ‘We shall meet then. Come to the park’. I reached the park in less than five minutes and waited for her. Few minutes later, someone closed my eyes from backside of the bench, 'Hey idiot…' I said and pulled her to the front to make her sit close to me. To my surprise, she was wearing the same pale pink Salwar Kameez, which she was wearing on the first day of our college. She was looking damn cute in her Salwa almost like a pink rose.

‘So why did you change your birthday dress’, ‘I like this dress more than any other dress of mine’ and she blushed like never before which meant, ‘I LOVE YOU SO MUCH’.

I lost myself in her hypnotic eyes and the world went unnoticed but when few drizzles started dancing down to earth, we restored ourselves from our dream world. In no time, the rain started to pour heavier and we had no other option other than to hide ourselves in the nearby tree. It was very big enough to shelter us but still we were almost drenched in the rain, because of which she started to shiver.

I had no clue on how to stop her shivering so I hugged her. Suddenly millions of butterflies were flying in my stomach. I somehow gained courage to empty it by hugging her tightly, in turn, she. I slowly lifted her face, kissed on her forehead at first, then on her cheeks, and chin. She became red by the moment I reached my destiny and sealed her's for few minutes. I was out of my control so she pushed me and left the park.

‘I am sorry.. Please.. I am sorry’ I text her.

‘What did she reply and why did she push you?’, the old woman said..

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Author Message: My dear friends I was not able to write for the past one month due to high pressure in offshore. Now I am in onsite but still feeling the same pressure, and because of this, I do not wish to leave this place alone. Therefore, I’m writing this story as different chapters in my leisure time. I love to make it lively and interesting so I am stopping at places I feel like stopping. I hope you will be happy to read as chapters instead of reading it as a single piece for hours. I am sure this post won’t be more than six or seven chapters so until the last chapter please bear with me. Also, I am typing this directly in the editor so I am sure there will be grammar mistakes so please bear with me. With lots of love wishing you good night and think about DONATING YOUR PRECIOUS EYES TO COLOR SOMEONE's LIFE.

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