The Girl With A Sketchbook

I saw her in the park where I and my friends used to play cricket. She was sitting on the bench with a sketchbook in her hand and a set of pencils. Probably she was an artist. I don’t know much about painting and wasn’t interested in sketches at that moment, but when I saw her, the girl with long black hair, round spectacles with an innocent look on her face... in my mind *I felt like, yes, I will buy a sketchbook and start painting and probably will sit next to her and show her my drawings.* My daydream got broken when a ball came straight towards me and it was four; I missed the ball, and my friends were like “what the hell you doing man.” Suddenly all of them figured it out where I was actually looking at that time. They saw her too and I was like, "play the game, you silly morons". Whenever anyone finds a chance they keep sneaking at her and that time I was pointing out who the hell was looking at her. After collecting all my courage I pushed the ball towards her, rushed at her and asked her to pass the ball, she looked back at me, smiled and passed the ball towards me. * I was like, I’m in heaven now. She definitely will be my wife. Though she seems a few years older than me but yes I will marry her. I was determined in my mind *.

After she left and we went back home, I was so keen and waited restlessly for the next evening. On the next eve, when we reached the ground the first thing I wanted to see was that bench and on that the girl. Oh, she is not here yet. Waited and waited but she didn’t come. * I was like, I have been thrown away from heaven to hell.*

Days passed but she wasn’t there. On Saturday eve when we reached the ground there she was, the girl sitting on the bench with her sketchbook. There was no limit to my joy. I just wanted to wave at her and ask her where you been, I was so worried, but I controlled my emotions and managed to smile only, she smiles back and got busy in her painting. Now I figured it out that she comes on Saturday eve only and maybe she was a college student, so very less time  for other activities. She watches our game as well while sitting and drawing. She often appreciates me with her facial expressions, when I do good in the game, like taking wickets or hitting a four  I caught her laughing as well I do mistake like dropping catches, so many emotions yet no words were spoken. After a few months, she stopped coming as well maybe her studies got over or any other things I don’t know anything about her, yet I remember her the girl with a sketchbook.

Sometimes a story doesn’t need a word to say and it doesn’t require to be complete, yet they are beautiful and magical in their own way…