She was meeting him after 10 years. And as she was standing in front of the mirror, getting dressed, a smile crept its way upto her lips when the memories of their first introduction and subsequent gradual association flashed in front of her eyes.

Yes, it was a long time ago. Ten years is surely a long time. An entire life has been spent by both of them in those ten years. She still remembers distinctly the first time she saw him. And it was not the same as the first time "they" met. He was the tall, quiet and lanky boy--a perfect copybook rendition of the "new admission student"--VIIIth A. She was a year junior to him--in VIIth A. And she always used to be in awe of him. Because, even as the new student, he had made his impression and mark among everyone in the school. And she was no exception either.

And gradually as time passed, even he became acquainted with her. Initially through his friends and the faculty and then through the occassional candid meet ups in the corridors or in th assembly. But the first (as such) meet (of certain noteworthiness) would be that one time, when they were both competing against each other at a debate. And that precisely was the starting of their...



p.s. the above is the result of an absolute random scribbling over a torn page lying desolately beneath my shelf, which i happened to clean the night before..the end is where precisely, the chain of thoughts stopped and so the writing.. strangely, i drew a blank and was greeted by my sheer inability to carry it forward.. and so, i chose it to let it be like that..