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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: General Interest
- Published: 09/10/2011
Endless Account!
Born 1949, M, from Kashmir, India‘She was a woman’. Her introduction concludes on this phrase only. Further commentary of her presentation shall be tantamount to compulsive addition.
She was a simple woman. That speaks volumes of her gravity. No one is capable to narrate her beauty if not having my sight and pain. That’s in a nutshell the interpretation of her charm!
Her teeth were not like twinkling stars nor her eyes with spring depths. Her lips not juicy red flesh of watermelons nor her eyebrows designed like cupid’s arch. Her hair too was not silky. She had teeth as normal people do have. Her eyes were as common as all women do have. Her lips were not an exception nor hair extraordinary. But in spite of all these facts, she was not a woman as women generally seem to us. She was a special!
To me, the definition of beauty relates to her likes and what she disliked. For me, truth meant her word, and aim that which she sought.
If anyone is really curious to know her magnificence, then let him ask me about it when I get filled with frenzy. While that state overwhelms me, I cry with my full pitch. That’s why people are afraid of me, or else I never hurt anyone.
Those were my school days. I was in 9th Class. In the age of adolescence, juvenility overlaps sensibilities! Silly memories of immature age mitigate the pain of senility. That’s why an old man is twice a child!
I was present in my classroom. My class mates made a big noise because no teacher was present. They were busy in all sorts of nonsense. I was playing in my thoughts. It was summer. That’s why the windows were wide open in the class.
I looked unconsciously towards the window, and it was mere a chance that the same moment a window of the neighboring house, exactly opposite to our classroom’s window, opened. Simultaneously my eyes clashed with her eyes; the gale appeared through that gap. When I met her gaze, I looked to my hearts fill. There was exchange of amorous glances. I took her as my fancy.
Heaven knew, whether similar feelings developed in her mind as to me or not? But I experienced for the first time some sweet but disturbing sensations in me which engulfed my mind and heart! Some singular situation gripped me. It was as if either I moved a thousand years forward or stepped a thousand years backward.
I felt as if I lost something! What? I didn’t know myself!
Now my school and my class were not mere a school and class for me, but both carried a new connotation for me then. Opening and shutting of a window also nuanced differently for me then.
It was a singular emotion that attached me to that house. I felt as if my life depended upon that structure.
I was in no mood to pass my exams; that’s why I didn’t answer to any of the questions, otherwise the paper was not difficult to solve.
Result was out and I was delighted; because I got a fail in all subjects!
Endless Account!(Nazir Jahangir)
‘She was a woman’. Her introduction concludes on this phrase only. Further commentary of her presentation shall be tantamount to compulsive addition.
She was a simple woman. That speaks volumes of her gravity. No one is capable to narrate her beauty if not having my sight and pain. That’s in a nutshell the interpretation of her charm!
Her teeth were not like twinkling stars nor her eyes with spring depths. Her lips not juicy red flesh of watermelons nor her eyebrows designed like cupid’s arch. Her hair too was not silky. She had teeth as normal people do have. Her eyes were as common as all women do have. Her lips were not an exception nor hair extraordinary. But in spite of all these facts, she was not a woman as women generally seem to us. She was a special!
To me, the definition of beauty relates to her likes and what she disliked. For me, truth meant her word, and aim that which she sought.
If anyone is really curious to know her magnificence, then let him ask me about it when I get filled with frenzy. While that state overwhelms me, I cry with my full pitch. That’s why people are afraid of me, or else I never hurt anyone.
Those were my school days. I was in 9th Class. In the age of adolescence, juvenility overlaps sensibilities! Silly memories of immature age mitigate the pain of senility. That’s why an old man is twice a child!
I was present in my classroom. My class mates made a big noise because no teacher was present. They were busy in all sorts of nonsense. I was playing in my thoughts. It was summer. That’s why the windows were wide open in the class.
I looked unconsciously towards the window, and it was mere a chance that the same moment a window of the neighboring house, exactly opposite to our classroom’s window, opened. Simultaneously my eyes clashed with her eyes; the gale appeared through that gap. When I met her gaze, I looked to my hearts fill. There was exchange of amorous glances. I took her as my fancy.
Heaven knew, whether similar feelings developed in her mind as to me or not? But I experienced for the first time some sweet but disturbing sensations in me which engulfed my mind and heart! Some singular situation gripped me. It was as if either I moved a thousand years forward or stepped a thousand years backward.
I felt as if I lost something! What? I didn’t know myself!
Now my school and my class were not mere a school and class for me, but both carried a new connotation for me then. Opening and shutting of a window also nuanced differently for me then.
It was a singular emotion that attached me to that house. I felt as if my life depended upon that structure.
I was in no mood to pass my exams; that’s why I didn’t answer to any of the questions, otherwise the paper was not difficult to solve.
Result was out and I was delighted; because I got a fail in all subjects!
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