He was in his thirties, in a narrow bottom blue jeans sporting a rim-less spects. A round neck grey-white stripes sweater was successfully fitting his paunch. Getting impatient, he asked, 'Where has he gone yaar?' The chemist said, 'Sir, Aapki ek medicine stock me nahi hai...' A maid was dusting the racks, cleaning and wiping some with collin cleanser. She was about 13-14 years old, sporting two beautifully done braids. She was wearing printed suit. She started wiping glass-pane window. She was moving her hands in order to make it look most transparent ever. Suddenly, her hand moved close before the guy standing closer possible to the glass-pane. It felt as if she has wiped his face. The guy was astonished. The girl was overwhelmed. She turned, moved quickly two steps away, turned back flashed her smile on our impatient gentle man. Now was the invocation of the best type of smile. That rendered aesthetically on our guy's face. He tried hard to stay calm. He blushed. He tied his lips hard. He again broke in to smile, silently. It was as if he has been touched with utter soft rose-petal spontaneously. Though nothing really had happened. It was just the surface of a glass. He couldn't stand on his feet. There was momentum. He stepped into Sardar ji's feet standing in the queue just behind him. He forgot to look for the other chemist. He was peeping for the girl and her smile was still dominating his actions.
- Amit Roop
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