Don't misunderstand me as a boy, who is a flirt, but i'm a type of boy, who falls to every beauty, and then forget her for another. this is an incident of my high-school days. i's in class11th to be precise.
It's a fine morning, and i's as usual going to my school on foot. I's nearly there, when i saw an awesome beautiful girl calling me. For the time being, i thought why would someone call me, but i saw i's the only person in that direction, to which she was waving. So, i moved towards her. With every foot, my heart was jumping higher and higher. When i reached there, i saw she was a foreigner.
From far distance she was looking completely like an Indian charm since she's wearing Indian paridhan.
That day, i formulated " even foreign girl in Indain dress looks awesome, and every Indian girl in western dress looks sexy, only sexy, not beautiful."
Actually, she'd the problem in conversation with the taxi-driver who only knew Bhojpuri. So, she asked me to work as an interpreter for her. I was so excited to see her, that i agreed it very quickly. We had a conversation with her for an hour, and i offer her to show my mighty city, to which she agreed. I worked as a guide for her tour to my city, and in the evening we went to a grand hotel as a matter of gratitude she had shown towards me, but for me it was a marvellous experience.
I could never forget her in my life.
Her white skin, black salwaar-kameez, with her blue eyes, a real deadly combination. I was contended in the end for helping her, but it had really cost me an attendence short. But who cares about attendence at that age.
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