The girly bar was clamorous with exciting rhythm in which one often finds one’s self oblivious to everything and everyone . The blatant music carried me from one thought to another .My beer was drunk , again my thoughts wandered back to the city where most my troubles reside. While I was engrossed in my own bitter discontentment, yet vigilant, a pretty young lady whose age might be less than 25 , dressed in yellow silk , her black hair reached the shoulder , seemed attentive to my presence therein. And more than once had I caught her furtive glance at my table which was filled with no one else but me . her eyes watched me surreptitiously as if to tell me about their owner’s lurking feelings .Her girlish timidity attracted my attention , those black charming eyes put an end to the anguish that ruthlessly possessed me.
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 21:27:44 +0000
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