She wasn't the only pretty girl I had ever seen. And no doubt she was too pretty than others. Her dark eyes loaded with purple shades drowning into greens. While small nose with big tip ends around her big cheeks creating dimple when she smiles. All around her, red glossy perfect lips she wore on face turning down. Her dense hair were curly a bit, pleated down in a pony tail binded by round pearls in an elastic. The peacocks feather shaped earrings curated with metal painted bronze and beneath it connected eight pearls, smaller than that of hair ribbon she tied. The earring hanging down her ears gleamed her beauty letting the taste of moonlight fail. The curls escaping from her forehead, hiding imperfections of her face. Down her face over neck she wore a garland of black beads woven down in thread to which a pink butterfly is attached symbolises her beauty.
Like all girls pink seems her favorite too. The top she wears was alluring and around the arms of which pearls are stitched. The perfect top for that beautiful face. The more she smiles, the more her face turns pinkish, diluting the shades of her face on her top. Down the waist she wore denim shorts and her fair feets where nails were painted red.
Yeah, no doubt she is beautiful and another example of serenity.
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Could we make a last call And talk for hours and recall All the moments we decorated with joy And that night where a girl fall for a boy... I know this won't work anymore But what my heart Cries is you I have waited for you soo long Unaware of all expectations that went wrong A last call is all I wish To tell you how were my days When you were with me And to tell you how are my days When you are away I wish to tell you About the barren nights That you garnished with florals And those nights that went Sobbing into the dark rooms which scares me the most I wish to call you back to the world, That we both decorated with joyful moments To the world, where you felt safe from the people And the world, where I was happy.... Since that won't work All my wishes vanished with the last call and the day you told that "This won't go anymore"...... ~Praful Maheshwari