Those eyes..what was it about them?Ajay could never figure it out.
Her eyes were black, yes black..not the usual brownish-black. Jet black...which could be matched only by the engulfing blackness of the night. Nothing else could describe its intensity better. The black which matched the colour of her hair.
Her hair..pulled back by a simple clip, framing her face. A few short strands which escaped the clip would be brushed off irritatingly by her.
Ajay smiled to himself. Why was he drawn to this girl? He had hardly ever talked to her. She was not very pretty, nor was she very popular. But, he had noticed her on the first day of college. The girl with the big black eyes. Eyes which betrayed every emotion of hers. Eyes which you would love to get lost in. What was happening to him? He had come to the library to study, not to look at girls with pretty eyes. He got back to his books.
"I have had my share of crushes and silly infatuations".. Neha was the love of his life in high school. They were the perfect 'boyfriend-girlfriend'..by all the standards set during school-times - sharing their little secrets and food, holding hands, talking on the phone for hours and watching movies. After a certain point of time, when they grew up, both of them realised they were being immature. After Neha moved to
Ajay realised he was wandering in his thoughts again. He looked at the girl with the black eyes. She was tapping the pen held in her hand, against her lips in thoughtfulness. Seeing her engrossed in her books, he got back to his books and started studying.
