It was a windy Saturday morning of December. Puff of cool air brushed my face while I leaned out of my balcony window. Sipping on a hot cup of tea, I waited for its magic to kick start my otherwise dull weekend into an enliven day.
About 10.30 in the morning, some loud whooping
from the neighbourhood caught my attention, making me intrigued as to who has
come. Do I ask mom? I thought and then refrained as my sister who had read my
mind provided with an explanation.
“A guest at Aunty Bakshi’s house. A cute girl” My
sister smilingly whispered so mom could not listen. On the spur of moment, I
decided to get ready to visit their house and calm my anxiousness.
In a few minutes I was at the Bakshi’s door. My
eyes were eagerly looking out for the angel who has cast her spell on everyone,
but she was somewhere inside. I kept talking to Aunty Bakshi and others in the
house, hoping for her to come out anytime soon. Her description had already
made me desirous to meet her.
My wait was fruitful, for after a while she came
out and honoured me with her presence. The moment I saw her I fell in love with
her, just like everyone around who had become her slave. She was adorable,
beautiful and cute, but that was the least thing about her. That slight dip in
her cheeks when she smiled made her look prettier. Oh! And her eyes, I never
saw such dark eyes with so much light in them. An aura of freshness in her
presence was the reason behind all cheers inside my heart. I knew then, that I
could keep looking at her for ages and never get bored.
As a guest, Aunty Bakshi’s place was new to her
so her face was flushed with excitement and eyes were still trying to figure
out the strange surroundings.
Even though everybody was around, I couldn’t stop
myself and stepped in to greet her. As usual with girls, she kept silent, but
that didn’t deter me. She gazed at me in amaze as if I was a street ruffian or
a vagabond. Initially, she didn’t even bother to notice me, but after sharing a
few awkward smiles, I got her to at least look at me. The confidence in me
roared with every passing minute and so I attempted to hold her hand to say
Hello. I was taken by surprise with warmth in her soft hands and sleek fingers,
but soon she pulled her hands back. She still didn’t talk a single word to me
and all I could do was try to read her actions. My patience was soon wearing
off and so I made another attempt to hold her in my arms. Never did I feel so
lucky, when she showered her gorgeous smile on me. Hesitating, I planted a kiss
her on her forehead and succeeded too, but you know what? She still couldn’t
speak a word to me.
Well, wait !! Have you been wondering what is
happening here? Let me clarify. All I am talking about is the 10 month old
niece of my neighbour J
