On the morning the clouds diffuse the daylight to a soft gentle sweetness. Annika walked along the shop streets, even out in the street she could be cozy under her warm jacket in a strong summer light. The sky moved, much as the ocean, showing the blue amid the whitish dove-grey, a medley of silvers that ripple outwards.

As she was sightseeing the shops, she saw, a kid having a Cornetto, holding her mother's hand. The memory of him, flooded into her mind. She smiled, and, walked further. As if the scale of nature read her mind, she saw him, again, in distant.

She took fast strides towards his direction. The smile, which was plastering on her lips, widened seeing him, sitting in the centre, with bunch of kids around. He was, drawing henna on their little palms, with delicate concentration. Shivaay's tongue was prodding outward, between his teeth, whilst curving the designs.

He was surprised, when he found an adult palm. He examined, tilting his head. Shivaay held the hand, and, looked upwards. That smile, the most prettiest thing he have seen in a while, for it extends to the eyes and deep into the soul. Shivaay smiled, and, she reciprocated whilst noticing his blue orbs.

It was the color of his eyes that were so breathtaking. She pointed her free index finger, towards her face. Then, she indicated her eyes, which is according, indicating his eyes. She gestured, a hand of super and blinked her eyes, in an awestruck manner.

The way, he complimented her face. He understood, she's complimenting him, and, blinked twice, mouthing thank you. It was unsuitable, but, unadulterated.

Shivaay drew, a design on her palm. But, Annika's eyes never took the name of leaving his face. His, the gentle touch, the honesty that is a purity, obviously his childhood innocence so vibrant and free. After sometime, he finished passing a smile towards her.

A : Hunh ?

S : Mmmmm

Shivaay, raised her palm, and, leaned forward anticipating a review.

A : It's Wow ! I—I mean

He looked at her lips.

A : Beautiful.

And then he gave her a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through her. She's in love with him. She waved her hand, in front of his face, and stood up.

He threw the Henna stick to one of the kid, and, followed her. He tapped on her shoulder, and, blowed on his palm. She smiled, before blowing on her palms.

A : You...

He nodded.

A : I'm going Darjeeling Ropeway tomorrow, will you join me ?

Shivaay pointed him, raising his brows.

A : Yes. Will you ?

Shivaay, pressed his lips into a thin line, and, nodded in positive. She'd no plan about the Cable Car in prior to asking him. She just cooked up a reason in instance, to spend time with him, alone.

A : You have to take me there, alright.

Shivaay's eyeballs rolled upwards, face drawing a dilemma. He smiled, nervously, whilst shrugging his shoulders.

A : How ?

Shivaay widened his arms, and, indicated something behind him. Annika leaned sideways, to see his parked bicycle in distance. She looked at him, he bit his lower lip, propping up and down, on his toes.

A : We'll meet here tomorrow.

Shivaay grinned, understanding the positive answer for the ride on his bicycle tomorrow. He tapped on his wrist watch, asking the time. She pointed the ground, indicating, the same time.

She waved a bye, and, walked towards the other direction. Shivaay, stood there with the smile she gave, while, keeping his hands inside his trouser pockets. She stopped, and, smiled towards him. His smile widened, noticing the sharp premolars peeking through her smile.

To be Continued....

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Gratitude,Love Comrade.