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She was dressed in a simple pink salwar with matching accessories to boot. Her face was devoid of any make up which made her look natural. Her eyes seemed to be searching for someone really important. And as she went on, her natural smile transformed into a sexy pout. Her hair was neither curly nor straightened; somewhere in between. She was different. She didn’t believe in using chemicals to make herself look good.
Seeing her, my mind and heart started running in circles. And thus began their conversation –
Heart – “Who is she? How is she here? Whatever it is, she looks stunning. She’s like a dream come true.”
Mind – “Get a grip dude. She must be having a strong reason to be on a train like this. Maybe, she is waiting for her husband.”
Heart – “Husband? Are you crazy? She’s so young and beautiful. She must be anything but married.”
Mind – “Look at her. She’s so simple. Do you think she is your type? You are crazy about all the rich and fancy females at work. She is anything but the ones you keep running after.”
