White colour shirt and knee length skirt.
With a high tale pony, I used to look lovely.
Those were the days, I miss the most.
Sitting on the desk, beside my friend
With one notebook on the desk, me writing on the right and she on the left.
I still remember those days, I loved the most.
Childhood love stories and those blushing cheeks.
Playing football together and cheering for each other.
Aisha Mehra
I tried my best to look into her eyes.
The girl who was sitting in the seat of mine.
A red bag she was holding in her hand
and a kind of fear, she was trying to escape.
Fed up with my own life, I tried to avoid.
Her golden eyes were still haunting me
but I don't know why
maybe some connection was there, just like the attraction I felt somewhere.