Today i was in the library,

Calmly doing my work,

I would rather read books,

Then bunk my lectures and lurk.

I was in middle of an interesting,

Chapter of Enid Blyton's book,

" Good book" some one commented,

The voice was deep, surely of a male,

So I looked up to take a look.

He-

I saw her sitting in the library,

Her head buried inside a book,

I coughed twice to gain her attention,

Hoping she would lift her head up and look.

I sat on the chair opposite her,

For she didn't do as I expected,

'There's something different about her' I thought,

Then to get the conversation started,

" Good book" I commented.

This time she looked up,

And her azure eyes met mine,

Her face was really intoxicating,

More than a glass of wine.

"YOU!" she practically screamed,

For a minute or two she seemed shocked,

"What the hell do you want?" she screamed again,

"You" I jokingly mocked .

" I am sorry I have misplaced my manners" she said not quite hearing what I joked,

"And for your information, this is THE LIBRARY, not the girl's hostel" she snapped,

" Why do u hate me soo much? i just want to be y our friend" I said,

Then to check if there was some truth in my words, from the corner of her eye she peeked.

"NO! just get away u rich spoilt brat" she said,

As she literally slammed the book she was reading,

" Keep this 'good book' as your pillow because I guess u don't read MUCH" she snapped again,

" Bu...But wait" I said pleading.

She just walked away without looking back,

I don't know why she had a problem with me,

Yes, she looked like any other girl, a bit more beautiful maybe,

But I never understood her personality.