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The Farewell Day

The Farewell Day

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Yes,

It was our farewell day,

Everyone else wasn't particularly excited about it,

As it was time to wave goodbye to the school days,

But I was excited,

Cause it was the first time I could see her in traditional,

In saree,

And any girl looks her best in the traditional attire,

It reveals her true beauty.


So there I was,

Standing near the school gate,

With my group of friends,

Giggling and laughing,

And clicking pictures,

But my eyes were glued to the gate,

Secretly waiting for her arrival,

Constantly checking my watch,

And there she arrived,

And I tightened my tie,

Watching her.


She looked no less than a princess,

A princess without a crown,

Her rose-pink saree,

With silver sequences lined on it,

Perfectly matched with her milky white skin,

Which turned a bit pink,

Due to the reflection of the saree,

Her light pink rosy lips,

Moving the two petals of rose when she spoke,

Her silver heels,

Which made her rise above the ground than usual,

Her chestnut coloured eyes,

Which became more prominent in sunlight,

Perfectly lined with kohl,

Made them more mesmerizing,

Her matching jhumkas,

Made a sweet voice,

As the wind blew,


Her long silky brown hair,

Loosely fell on her shoulder,

Some strands on her face,

And I had a strong urge to tuck them behind her ears,

But I resisted myself from doing so,

As I was just a secret admirer,

But she,

She was a goddess,

Who came directly from heaven,

So, I just secretly stared at her,

Without making an attempt to talk to her,

As the constant thoughts ran in my mind,

"Why would she bother to look at a guy like me?"

As I was a mere classmate,

With whom she seldom exchanged notes with,

But nothing beyond that.


But suddenly a fear struck me,

Fear of not seeing her ever again,

Because different streams divide you into different colleges,

And I didn't want my first crush to die,

Though she'll always be there in my memories,

But as said, photographs are return tickets to memories,

So I had an urge to get clicked with her,

And there,

My best friend played an important role,

He knew everything that I had for her,

He took out his camera and said, "let's go",

I asked, "where?"

He just smiled, understood what's going in my mind,


We approached her,

He initiated a conversation,

And in the mid, I asked her for a photo,

She smiled and replied in affirmative, 

Much casually,

Unaware about the adrenaline rush in my body,

And we stood together for a photograph,

I, much confused about the pose,

Was a bit nervous,

But then,


She held my hand and put it on her shoulder,

And I couldn't control my blush,

Looked into her eyes,

And my best friend clicked the perfect candid,

Without her knowing about it,

And then we posed,

She left after the photograph,

And I grinned cause of victory,

And now, I could leave the school happily!


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