It was the evening of shasti. After some pandel hopping we decided to sit and chat in the City Centre as we were in salt lake. Upon entering City Centre we decided to buy two ice-creams and share them among the five of us because, as always we did not have enough money. Me and another boy waited outside as the others went inside 'Buskin Robins' for the ice-creams. While waiting and watching people, I suddenly caught sight of a very pretty girl. She was wearing a tight white shirt clearly giving an outline of her hourglass figure. Her skin was pale white matching the shirt and eyes were deep black. As all the treacherous white shirts do when they get clumsy with sweat, it also revealed a good hint of the bright red undergarment. The contrast was so dreamy at that twilight time with the shining lights slowly dominating the faint sunrays, fast food scents and the surrounding sounds, that I didn’t even cared to nudge the friend beside me to see the sight. I was literally drooling with my tongue inside my mouth. When she was passing me I even forgot to pretend that I was not watching her. I was unwilling to give up a single second of that one minute dream. Probably she was accustomed to people looking at her or was deep in her thoughts or probably knew how pretty she was and how to handle it. When she crossed me naturally my head turned with her. At that moment I caught the word written on the back of that treacherous white shirt, in a parabola from left to right, in rainbow colours-“DREAMERS”. It was more effective to wake me up from that dizzy state than my father's morning wake up shouts. But it made me smile and also gave that day another reason to be memorable other than the festival.
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This is good prose, almost like poetry.
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BTW, what happened afterwards in this story? Does our young hero get to meet her or is this an unhappy ending? Please don't leave your readers in the dark! :)
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