a glimpse of past.

it was just another day in school and the morning prayer was about to start. Most of my classmates had already arrived, while i was  sitting on the first table talking to one of my best friends.

Suddenly a girl passes in front of me. I could recognise her in the very first glimpse, and who do i see there . . . she was my classmate when she left the school in 2nd std. and now she had come back. I called upon her name and said Hi.
She smiled, replied with the same and passed by.

I knew that i had fallen for her in the very first meeting . . .

. . .and  i will be writing endless stories about you until we meet again.

- अनु