
A short girl with wrinkle face, expressive eyes, beautiful red border dress sits on a park lane... a lanky boy, with dog colored shirt, spiked hair, glowing eyes comes and sits beside her,
Grabs her hand, holds it tight, whispers in her ear, and smiles……the girl turns her head, looks in his eyes, and replies with a smile….
The wind blows through her hair....
He then kneels down, looks up, catches her gaze, and kisses her hands....the girl slowly plays around with his hair...
He then bow downs lifts her in his hands and walks through the park lanes.....they come to the entrance where a white chariot is parked....
The boy places the beautiful maiden on the seat beside the rider.....and climbs on, he whips sways the cord and they gallop through....
Crossed many a houses, passed many a bungalows, met many a people, transversed many a field.....till they reached the largest, the magnificent of them all....
The girls eyes searches the courtliness castle...
The boy halted the reins of the chariot and they screeched to a stand still....he then rushes down grabs the beautiful girl in his arms and walks towards the entrance.....
They reach the door and are about to open it...when the boy suddenly turns and whispers in her ear..." Your valentine gift............granny "

3 comments:
Sooooooooooooooooooo Chweeet!
Keep more of these coming!
what an anti climax :) you can be a good script writer yaar
Hmmm, well I just hope she can ride that chariot for many more years to come...
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