It was the second
day at college,
I saw a boy coming,
in the corridor,
with a book in his hands,
seems to have some knowledge!
He stared for some seconds,
Gave a strange (normally,I don’t get to see) soft blink with eyes.

Ah! That blink, how can I forget!

But then,
days passed, I forgot he exist.
one day,
I was sitting on a chair with friends
We were chatting and chatting,
suddenly she(my friend) pushed my chair ,
I got unbalanced,
I was just adjusting my chair
and there he was,
in front of my eyes.
He hugged his friends,
while having eyes on me,
and again he gave that soft blink ,
this time with a slight smile,
oh God! It’s gonna kill me.
(Oh!of course not,it was not a coincidence,he did it for some purpose I knew it, or was he a player!)
He was wearing a maroon shirt
and brown cargo pants,
hair tied in a ponytail .
While I was noticing him,
he was busy in talking,
grooming his hair
and he tilt his head,
he stared again but this time it was normal.
But why?

Two years passed,
I didn’t saw him.
Seeing him was like ‘eid ka chand’.
Now, it was the third year ,
I was upstairs with my friend,
talking to her
while walking in their corridor.
He came out of class,
which I didn’t knew he was in.
We both stopped at the corner
and he gave that blink again (oh!I loved that)
which we both watched.
Then with some luck,
first ever in heaven’s time,
he was approaching us,
we felt excited,
we felt awkward,
I managed to prepare myself for the grand premiere
a friend of his came
and took him downstairs.

And riddle of those eyes remained unsolved.
In all that daily routine,
Every time I saw him,
I got something to talk.
Thanks to that boy (actually handsome)
for making those 6-8 appearances in these three years, some special.


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