The Girl That She Was

But she did dream. Less of " The Man " and more of " The Life " she would have some day. The initial years of her teenage passed without any incident or accident with occasional thoughts in her - where do these girls around her get boys enough to have crush on ? She could notice or find none. The few that were, were brothers or " not worth giving a thought ".

It was okay with her. She was not a tom-boy. She was not a girlie-girl either. She was a girl. Just on it.

But can the teenage ever fall on a girl without leaving its scars before she scrubs it away from her? There was this boy. Again, a boy. Just on it. Looked very plain. But as long as he did not open his mouth. He would speak, not very often, but he did. And that was " the cupid arrow " for her. He was different. How? Why? Well he was. In how he spoke and what he spoke.

He spoke what she could not speak but could think of and the rest could do neither. But there was a stubborn air around him. And that kept them away. Till she actually went away, with memory of a hand-shake or two and same amount of tears (a may-be could be added here).