Before starting I should state that I don't belong to the know-it-all clan. So this attempt of mine is not at all aimed at any of the socially or politically relevant issues pertaining to the mankind. This is also not related to any of the day-to-day issues bothering our countrymen.
If one has heard about someone's mere presence inspiring even the dead to walk, they will definitely relate to this piece of writing. When someone by being there can change the whole definition of someone else's life. The way one starts to see their life and find a meaning and purpose of their existence. When everything done before that, gives you a feeling of emptiness and whole life gone by seems a desultory journey....
This is about a girl; I don't know if it's fair to call her that. Because then it means that she has to adhere to all the standards set by us, the earthlings. That means that she has to stoop to the mortal levels of the ordinaries. Said this, it is no way an attempt to deride anyone, but the fact remains that by finding a mention in the same context as her, half fulfils the purpose of their life.
This is about a belle dame who has got in her eyes the sparkle of a twenty eight year old and laughter of an eight year old. In whose presence even the most gifted and sanguine ones become doubtful about their existence, as if the rationale behind the existence of everything else doesn't matter anymore. And when she is gone they curse god for being so unfair, for endowing only one of his creation with such flawless existence. A presence so refined that it threatens the very definition of perfection. Her beauty has got the charming Indian finesse that makes is so much more magnetic, so much appealing. Her overall grace is what one calls the height of feminine elegance. The face carries a childish innocence which imparts exactness to the whole character. She has got a voice which does nothing more than just comply with her charm and that in itself is no minor achievement. Her eyes add to the aura around her and bewitch everyone and everything around them.
The sacred and sublime beauty mesmerizes even the most evil of minds. There is only one thing more faultless than her, only one thing perfect for her and that is she herself. Her uncorrupted existence makes everyone desire that this dream never ends that the world around them remain as it is, nothing should move or change. A dream: yes that's what it is; every moment one spends around her seems unreal, imaginary, for they cannot believe that they can be so fortunate. I hope that I remain fortunate, and the dream never ends.
P.S: A writer's biggest achievement is in making people believe in facts which he himself doesn't believe in.
