The wave.

Work of fiction.

On a beautiful evening , when the sun was emitting orange rays from where it met the sea, I sat on the white sand with a notepad and a reynolds. I looked deep into the sea without blinking thinking of the moment I first came across you. It was a late evening when I was scrolling down my Facebook, I came across a pair of eyes which had the power to rip through heart. I looked again, then I saw a flawless nose, beautiful lips complimented by a small grin which had the power of teasing a bachelor. As I started talking to you, I realized you are much more beautiful than you look. If you look cute, you are beautiful inside. If you look hot, you are sexy inside. If you look stunning, you are mesmerising inside. The magnets of the past kept calling me but you held an even better opposite pole. When I saw you first, my heart skipped multiple beats – one for your face and one for the way you carry yourself. I sit here, looking at this bluish waves, trying to sketch them. When I finished the work, I realized, you are the wave inside me.