The Deserted Girl…

I see a lady walking along the beach….
Lost in herself,  Lost in translation…
 with the invisible guy; whose footsteps once glorified the sand impressions which seemed so empty now
 whose shadow she loved following and  played hide n seek with the  inseperable silhouette
She was sitting in a group where enthusiasm n excitement knew no bounds..
Even the gleam in her eyes couldn’t belie the  artificial smile and the  made up glamour..
She was perhaps searching for that soothing smile which once made all her strain go away…
whose words she knew had such a pacifying effect that cud make her …

I then  saw her in a jubiliant dance troupe..
Dressed in a shimmering red outfit that exuded her spark for dance
She danced with every guy who asked her hand..
But…
Her style suggested that she was looking for a little romance
Rather the guy who  cud invoke  the passion element in her
With whom she cud rediscover the latent feminism in her
As she sat lonely on the bench, her longing gaze at the couples speeding on bikes..
hinted me of a nostalgic feeling in her..
She told me how she forgot the world when she sat behind him with closed eyes n cuddled hug
To completely trust a person who can just lead her when her eyes closed

I prayed…God give her  one more chance.. coz this was her first romance