Now I have seen the most beautiful girl of my life

I am writing this diary today even though I have passed its appropriate time. In between I have written few others, but this is special. Few weeks before I went for lunch to Churchil, a university canteen, little earlier than my usual timings and ordered the usual sandwich. While I was paying for the meal, a girl queued behind me.

She was almost of my height and fair and wearing a light navy blue T-shirt, which I could only feel with an indirect vista. As she was holding a heavy plate of meal, so she went to the other side of the waitress where I could see her directly. I saw the most beautiful girl, a real and honest beauty, of my life. She was indeed fair, very fair, but not like American or European, rather more like Middle Eastern, like Iran or Lebanon or may be Turkey, with a very smooth and soft skin, which I could fully fell without touching. She had a very sharp nose but it was little smaller than its perfection, and broad lips, ideal for a girl. The eternal smile on her lips, which never vanished in the time I saw her made her as attractive as her beauty was. Some women and men too have this gift of an ever smiling face, which I don’t know whether they grow it by habit or an in-born gift? Her smile will never disappear from her face, I judged, and will never depart from her life, I wished.

Her chicks were well fashioned, not much of distension in any direction as well very silky and elastic. Her forehead was equally perfectly bent with very thick and substantial hairs and long as well I suppose, but forgot to observe carefully, where I made the same mistake to look at her eye-brows.

As I mentioned before she would be of 5 feet and 3 inches tall, a little shorter than its perfection, even though she looked perfectly tall because of her excellent physical balance. She was wearing almost same colored jeans as lightly blue as her T-shirt. Near the side pockets of her jeans, there was some silver colored design of curly shape which emphasizes her inheritance of Middle East.

She went to sit opposite to my sight but walked passed me few times to fetch or trash stuffs. Before I left the canteen, I looked her anew briefly but reckoned her image in my memory permanently.