She had rough clothes on, mostly white and weird nail colours, yet she had the town talking...She had love at her footsteps...and men wearing their hearts in their sleeves just to give it away...she picked none...she chose none..she just smiled...and it killed them again...over and over again...
I remember when i was 12 and i used to see her with the men...with her friends and sometimes with her tall father who never smiled and frowned at every man who looked at her...and how i always wanted to bejust the way she was...and then suddenly one fine day i heard she finished school and they sent her away to a foreign land....land where the rich live...land where the air is clean and the roads are dirt-less...
I grew up in the mean while...and i went off to a different city keeping in mind how i wanted to be like her..and i did...i had their head turnings too..but somewhere i lost it out...just wasnt the way she was...
When i used to come back home i used to hear them speak of her...but never did i see her.. until then..until seven years later...i saw her again...just at the same place where i used to see her laughing off her world around...
But she looked different, so different that i almost missed her...Her hair was still black but they had lost the shine..or maybe the thickness...her eyes still sparkled.....but with water...her face no more gave out rays...her clothes were rich i could see...She rode a car that had the town talking again...and i asked them what happened to her...
They say she lives alone...they dont see her smile anymore...neither does she talk much...she is just there..and not..She goes around looking for love...and she finds them here and there...just not what she looks for...she has her kohl smeared around her eyes...they wonder if she lives on cannabis...and her car smells of bad smoke and spirits...She works big and earns bigger...yet she lives still with her parents...She walked around like she so no one, heard no one, felt no one...I never saw her white..all she wore was grey and more grey...And then i saw her again in front of the Ice cream shop that evening...with the same best friend she had years ago......somehow she saw me from the corner of the eye..she looked up and smiled at me, the saddest smile i could ever think of...and i wondered if she had ever seen me before...
I wondered what happened...what could have happened...what made the girl who could once clad in love...now searches around for it...what is it that makes her cry so much...her face looked paler..and her body frail and fragile...She looked for love...she looked for love...
Why did she look for love...Love...What did she look for in love ??
Oh no....wait...What is love ?
