अधूरी मुलाकात |
It was Sunday, and we have a ritual in our room: no matter how busy we are with personal work, we always have breakfast together. After finishing breakfast, we headed to our favorite tea stall. It was drizzling, but we went anyway. My roommate got me a cup of tea and started shouting for me to take it as it was burning his hand. I rushed over, grabbed the cup, and we all found shelter just in time. Before I could take my first sip, my eyes fell on a scooter that had just stopped on the opposite side of the road, barely 10 feet away. A girl was riding it, dressed in a lavender kurti with golden embroidery and baggy pajamas that matched. She wore minimal makeup—just eyeliner—and her jhumkas sparkled in her ears. Her hair was straight, maybe from a smoothening or Keratin treatment. She wore black jootis. A true beauty. She had stopped because it had started raining heavily and was looking for shelter. Another friend was with her, but the kurti girl's beauty made me ignore her complete...