She was in her bed, cuddled up in the thick layers of her blanket, sleeping in the cold night of January and dreaming in the darkness, about lights that surrounded her with nature in its full colour, which pleased her eyes and soul.
Her hair, which were kept loose, long and deep black, spread over her bed and some glided down her cheeks, her lips, which had no artificial colour on them, were ruby-like, and her eyelids seemed to be protecting her dreams which she was seeing in her deep slumber. It was true that she was sleeping but her beauty wasn’t. It seemed to be livelier, changing all the time as the time passed evenly and she kept tossing and turning in her bed.
Eventually the sun rose from its sleep. She also followed the sun with a silent opening of her eyes which were now exposed to the light. She seemed to have liked her dream more than this truth of waking up. But then she made a little compromise with herself and came down the bed and took a few easy steps to a window near to her. She was then facing the soft incoming wind as soon as she opened the window. Once again a sweet smile filled with happiness appeared through her lips. Nothing is more soothing than morning sun rays in the cold chilly days of winters in Delhi.
Outside, opposite to the balcony of their third floor apartment there was a play-ground in which some boys were playing cricket.
Avik saw her at the window and very soon he lost interest in his practice and sat down to watch her, just like the day before and the week before that, and the month before that. He found her smiling. He also smiled many times and wished that she had seen his best smile. He then lost her into the room.
For past couple of months Avik was taking more interest in her than his game. He saw her standing at the window, with her long hair before her body and she was combing it. She was carrying the loveliest smile, one that is meant for few special people, Avik was confident about that.
Avik was a good cricketer. He was the only batsman on which the team work would depend. It was a surprise to the coach to witness him out of form. Avik looked like he had no interest in cricket and sometimes he played like one who didn’t know how to play.
Aayush, his team-mate, once caught him looking secretly at the girl at the window. Avik had to tell his heart.
‘I am in love with that girl. I want to meet her.’
Aayush looked at him fixedly.
‘I think she also like me,’ Avik added
‘How can you say that?’ Aayush asked.
‘She has always smiled at me.’
Aayush then said, ‘Forget her. Give your attention to the game; otherwise you will lose your position in the team.’
‘I can’t. You must help me. You live in this same building. So, you can tell her a word or two from me.’
‘Look Avik. She doesn’t love you. And she wasn’t smiling at you.’ Avik wasn’t ready to believe him.
‘The smiles you had seen were the smiles of her personal happiness.’
‘But she smiled whenever I smiled at her’ Avik insisted. ‘I saw her, trust me, I did, each day’
‘Leave it Dude’
‘Why?’ Avik asked, this time he was little bit annoyed.
‘Because that girl is blind’ Aayush said with a grave whispering tone
‘What?’, Avik shouted… ‘Blind!’
Avik looked towards that window and found her still in good spirits, smiling as usual with the same warmth and and afterwards she vanished into the room.