Book And Beauty

She is in my office and works as a computer operator. She was introduced by my friend Kishor. She is his girlfriend. Kishoris always stealing in his cabin and showing important work looks into the case and talks to her for a long time. She turned to him. She also falls in love with him. But, he is from a backward caste and she is from another higher caste, so they don't work as a family. She always tells him that our love is unacceptable in our society and family. He has a meagre salary. and their salary package is not enough to maintain the marriage covenant. All who hold office and wait to meet her risk speaking, but she prefers to speak only to Kishor. In our Sagar world, he is a bank statement reporter. He is an expert in bank verification reports. The configuration in many banks to verify the bank account of the applicant's request. He also flirted with her and reported the bank regarding cases and I know them. He is young and bald. He appears to be of good size. postures. Boss is overproud about his work. he will advertise next month. He has solved many fraud cases and reported counterfeits to the office. He was rewarded several times by the office. The boss takes overproud of him. Mr. Ganesh Gaikar is an IT master. he checks the income IT has to be in the office at 9 a.m.daily. I get up early, freshen up, drink tea, go home at 8:30 a.m., and wait for the train at Sandhurst Road station. No rush Platform. The train to CST is full and the train to Thane. The site is not crowded in the morning. All trains depart in the afternoon. the passage is full of people. And on the night train to CSTare less crowded. I take the train that goes there. The platform is full of less hassle. arrives at the office and the first order of business is to submit yesterday's report. I filled out the Reporting form. Write the names of all the cases on it and send it to the senior executive. Bank report and other important ones. Cases of pL HL need to be reported. The office has become full and hustle and bustle. In Vashi, whatever it is, I go to the first place, it will never escape my eye is fixed on the Vashi Book Fair, every time I pass by I turn around.

Catching the CST train. Get in it. relaxing few minutes. platform filled with no rush. the compartment is not crowded. in the compartment, only six and seven passengers are occupied. I fixed my place near the window side. I put myself on the seat. removed shoe shocks. shocks smelled with bad smells. body smells with beads of sweat. I feel relaxed. then I opened the bag and zipped out the chain. and drew a book out of it.r k Narayan ‘guide novel start to read where I put book mark pin. when I read, move my eye next opposite seat. a village woman struggling in a bag purse. something sh fumbling in a bag purse. she turned her head towards me. she looks married. she wears a mangal sutra, an Indian costume saree. She seemed newly married, travelling first time on the train. but my mind changed for the moment. if she married a woman. her toes have worn ringlets that mostly married Indian women wear when get married. She is sitting lonely and also appears to sit. She travels lonely. with nobody with her. Her husband has not seen a relative person with her. why does she travel alone? if get a quarrel in the house, she flees from home. She divorced from husband. many questions traffic my head. I ponder for a few minutes. my eye is rowing in that case. searching for something mystical. I like her eyes more than her lips. smile like golden fish in the pond. having fun in the water.in train time run away. I observed in 4 Chapter 1 she had a child. I weigh her presence and the prestigious company of Beauty in my eye. book pages seem useless before her eye. I drowning into her beautiful eye. I stopped reading and read her live Beauty forever into my eye candle.