An overwhelming crowd pushed me inside the train as usual.
Soon I became aware of a young boy who started appreciating my ‘killer’ eyes.
I was painfully aware of amused crowd, but I wasn’t inclined to confronting him.
But that plummeted his misconduct.
He seemed to invoke spirits of Urdu poets while describing my ‘haseen mast aankhen’.
“Enough is enough,” I thought glowering at him.
I looked hard, he appeared vaguely familiar.
“Are you Nikhil ? Roll no 16?” I enquired..
“Mmmmmadam.? but your glasses?”
His gaping mouth remained open for one full minute.
He disappeared imperceptibly in the crowd.
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A very interesting read..
The boy was shocked to have recognised the face of his teacher on confrontation..Probably, he was blinded by the beauty of eyes and got infatuated as she wasn’t wearing her specks.But was baffled on hearing the voice of his teacher and immediately disappeared while he felt ashamed of his act..
There are many live example of such nature.