अर बह त ह आ सम म न, त म ह र ऐस त स. 8216; अन र ग कश यप. श रवण क म र. 8216; ख़त म कर ल ए ह .

New Girl in my Class. It was my Practical Lab Class. I sat with my other usual college friends. They are good to hang out in college. With an high pitched and soft female voice her words were somewhat falling in my ears. What a soft voice she had! I came to knew her name. Simple and beautiful as she is. Hairs were like tickling on her soft cheeks for which she laughed si.

The old self that I was, has been long left behind. The new self is layering itself with multiple shades everyday. This gift of life is unfolding only to spread sheets and sheets of new loom over me. And I, am patiently waiting. I am letting the cover reach my soul. Sniffing each fold, tickling each corner, playing with the softness, feeling it all. In a room full of light, I am figuring the brightest corner. The one in which it will be safe to hide.