Having chosen to take the window seat of the train, he intended to enjoy the scenery for a while. Something told him that a novel would add more excitement to his journey. He grabbed a book from his bag and decided to plummet himself. Having known that the journey would last for more than an hour, he also decided to enlighten himself with his collection of melodies. He plugged the enhancement of his ipod in his ears and was all set to read through his novel. He was soothing his ears with his favorite tracks and feeding his thoughts with his favorite novel. By the time he had a look at his watch it was just 10 minutes for his journey to come to an end.

Between the time his vision shuttled from his watch to his novel, it happened to stumble upon another novel right in front of him. It was held in exceedingly soft and supple hands adorned with gentle pink nail paint. He gradually progressed his vision and noticed a gold bracelet slithering on her smooth right wrist which reminded him of an ice cube sliding effortlessly on a vitrified floor. It was paired with a beautiful simple leather watch on her left wrist. The breathtakingly succulent middle finger on her right hand was beautified with a small and simple platinum ring embellished with a striking diamond on it. The beauty of her fingers was gracefully glorified by the glitter caused by the sunlight that struck the diamond on and off through the window. He unhurriedly widened his vicinity and travelled along with the perfectly waxed pulpy hands. He discovered that there was a surprise waiting for him. Her face was far more beautiful than the picture he painted in his mind.

A vehement curiosity to veritably explore the beauty of her face emerged within him. Like a dormant volcano he lied low from outside, perhaps his heart was fluttering like a butterfly caught in a box. He realized that it was just the ideal vantage point for him to analyze her gorgeousness. He lifted his eyes and looked at her face again. Flabbergasted by the overwhelming innocence that sprung from her face, he had trouble batting his eyelid. Her bedroom eyes were busy following the words of the novel in her hand. For a moment he replaced himself with the novel and felt excessively secured and soothed to be held in such hands. According to him it was a blessing to have her eyes on him. He said to himself “Oh what more can accomplish the objective on my birth on this earth?”