It's me Rojan

The warm sunshine that was streaming through the class room window was doing nothing to help my concentration as i sat in class trying to pay attention. The teacher's voice droning on about some dead men who fought wars hundred of years ago was slowly putting me to sleep. I wish i knew why someone thought that we should needed to learn about those dead people. "May i come in?" soft voice came from classroom door. Sculpted figure which was twine thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished arched eyebrows with lens looked down on sweeping eyelashed. It could jolt you like an electric current if that megawatt smile give you full attention. I wanted to feel that ! Her voice was sweet as any songbird. I was just looking at her. "Hey you...standup!!" Teacher asked me. in loud voice. I tried to seem casual as i glanced up. My heart jumped and then i realized that teacher was looking at the person to my left. "You will be her new bench partner" Teac...

The early riser chirping, morning sun beams Peeking through the clouds. Birds about their morning rituals and a gentle breeze. The sparrow was sitting near by windowpane singing the song closer to my heart reminding me how beautiful life is. As the day advanced the rush increased. I woke up from my bed. "knock knock" sound came from my bedroom's door... She entered. "Good morning" she said with the delightful greetings. "Good morning" i replied."Get ready for the breakfast " she said and left the room. Instantly the cold breeze entered inside the room, full of magic filled with the promise of a new beginning. I was staring at the window. Suddenly a shadow crossed infront of my closed eyes blocking out morning sunlight warming my eyelids with soft red glow. A gentle wind caressed my cheek, exhale from the lips of her. "Breakfast is ready" she wishpired. There was a joy in how she did it as if for a moment she was happily absorbed b...