She wore a Pink Kurti, Blue leggings & a creamy crepe bandage hiding the tender green nerves on her left foot. Her luminous eyes filled colors in the hall, they spoke when her lips rested, her feathery eyelashes danced to meet each other. Each time she faced the light, the little diamond shone on her nose-tug. Her dark red pasted lips showed their presence whenever she spoke with an unrestrained enthusiasm; they justified their superpower of distracting a man's attention with such ease. Her overly-glittery teeth lightened up the ambience & made the numbers visible in the coffee bill.
She parted her silky hair from the right side; a wisp of it took a juicy turn shadowing her forehead & ending up behind the left earlobe. She played with it constantly. As she ran her fingers through her hair making the soft waves, my heart broke into pieces & followed the waves.
I lived watching those moments, all of that beautified her face, all that I did was 'Pointless Smiling'.
She lived, I smiled
I loved, She smiled.
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We then bursted with a 'POINTLESS SMILE' again.
