शब्दरांजण

It was a beautiful evening, the sun was about to set and the moon was already there in the sky, as if he was telling the sun to go home.Birds were flying in a row, making way through the sky to reach their home as soon as possible. And on this calm evening, He was standing in the balcony with her. Those big french windows had their reflection, he kept on looking at their image on the glass and for some reason he loved to see her messy look in that glass.Those unmade hair, strands from her plait almost covered both her cheeks, her pink lips and the mole near her neck, the kajal in her eyes had almost vanished but her eyes looked amazing that way. She was looking very elegant in his favourite black kurti, but more so ever he liked her zhumkas, those zhumkas which they had bought together. He just loved her, more than anything else. He used to feel happy with her, he was physically, mentally and emotionally attached to her. She was a normal girl but for him she was special , very spec