The dirty white jacket; the faded jeans; the V-neck dark green full sleeves t-shirt; the unpolished, brown leather shoes; the black socks; the wavy, unkempt hair; the randomly cut finger-nails; the sharp features of his face; the lanky figure; they all adorned his beautifully sculpted body.
The purity in his smile, the innocence on his face, the carelessness in his eyes, the restlessness in his expressions adorned his soul.
Those long fingers had a ‘beedi’ between them, which frequently touched his thin lips, giving him a look, which the millionaires strive for with a cigar between their fingers. He looked like a model of some over-priced jeans. The frequently changing postures of how he sat supported my supposition. His teeth being a bit longer than normal shone like pearls when he laughed at some silly joke. The latest N-Series from Nokia looked like something unwanted when the simple gray and black 2300 came out of his pocket to caress his elf-like ears.
Oops!! I suddenly realized i was staring at somebody intensely.
By The Way,
He was the helper to bus conductor of route 319. I thoroughly enjoyed the half an hour journey from Vinod Nagar to Noida. I adored such beauty with a longing in my eyes. This is all I can give him. A blog in my blogspot [apart from the attention he got, which he is still unaware of ;)].
