Yaadein..Yaad aati hain !

Both lived in the same building , played several game amongst long time back. The bull dog ignorant when she grew and his love too. He would spend hours waiting in the stairs for the bull frog to open the door till the milkman arrived exactly at 7:45 in dark. Both eyes met, he turned red, she turned pink ,millions of words exchanged in that silent glare. In that one second they lived their live in utopia. The bull dog had a caller tune


“O the bull dog on the bank
And the bull frog in the pool
The bull dog saw the bull frog
In green old water pool”

But the tra-lal-lal-la was missing!

”She is so Beautiful”, he pouted to his mate when she closed her door. He would always think of giving some bucks to the milkyman so that he can stare her long but always feared (at that time the Do The Dew ad was not so famous).Hysterically he would go straight back to his floor to see his face in the glass how he looked when she saw him and when his instinct(basic) said yes he would blissfully blush (he is male but still…). His eyes said it all. The bull dog slumber went for a run and he could only see elegance personified frog compared with bollywood queens. The bull dog‘s plethora of talent came to his toe when he thought of vibes with her….his temple went blank whenever she came close to him. He in his deep shell of shyness, she in her kaleidoscope of shyness..both numb.
Once he captured her in his moto phone, he was so ardent that he made oblivious blunder of not storing it.. He never before repented in his life as he was architect of future but for the first time.
Both naïve caught by the stupid cupid(Aaja re panchi khol guthiya-Jhoom Barabar Jhoom). A cupid day came, atlast he was adamant to call her. On the eve of that day she smiled at one of his PJ ,and he was ready to commit……… , yeah that signal was enough to call her. He called, she picked up..