Chilling air was blowing gently caressing her face. Sitting under a tree with fallen leaves all around, she was young, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her silky, brown, and dusky hair was gently waving along the wind. At times her hair fell on her face; she tenderly pushed it behind her ear. I slowly ambled towards her just to find out she was more beautiful than I had thought she was. Her skin was fair; her shimmering pink cheeks were to die for. Her hazel eyes, behind those half-moon glasses, no doubt, were beautiful, but they were vacant and searching for euphoria. I could see the abyss of depression, distress and frustration in those eyes. Slowly she pulled out a pack of cigarette from the right pocket of the nice pink jacket she was wearing. It was then I noticed her nails, polished light cream, perfect for her elegant looking hands. But the impression of her hands lasted for just a jiffy. I got more accentuated towards the last cigarette left in the pack she had just taken out. Lots of question aroused inside me and died without being answered because I lacked the courage to go and talk to her.

The moment she lit the cigarette a part me was burning with jealousy. I watched that cigarette, so lucky to be between her ruby lips, too cute for a cigarette. The enigma behind those deep hazel eyes was really making me intensely curious. With the first puff of smoke she inhaled, her eyes seemed to start glistening. With every next puff of cigarette her eyes seemed to glisten more. It seemed as if she was blowing out all her obscurities in the form of smoke puffs she was exhaling. She seemed relaxed and at ease than before. I could sense how relieved she was feeling through her eyes while smoking. Finally her eyes were getting clearer and finally clear as crystals. But the elegance shining in her eyes did not last long. Few moments after she finished the cigarette, the glow in her eyes also vanished. It seemed as if the clouds of smoke around her were muffling her vision. The cold breeze, clearing the smoke clouds, drove her back to melancholy in a flash. Her eyes were gloomy again, and this time things got worse. Tears began to roll gradually down her blushing cheeks.

Something pinched my heart inside, I felt really sad, and it was then I decided to reveal myself. I took the final steps up to her, slowly and cautiously, and stood squarely in front of her. I nervously took out the handkerchief, never once taking my eyes off of her, wondering what she will think. I laid it gently on her hands and she lifted her head and looked at me for the first time. Her once hollow, empty eyes now shone as bright as the moon and stars filling the sky. They were now full of gratitude and positive reception. I paused and looked at her deeply in the eyes for a moment, smiled, then turned to walk away, until I was halted by a soft, rumbling whisper saying “thank you”. I turned back at her; she lowered her half-moon glasses, wiped her tears, and gave me an incredibly mesmerizing smile. A dimple on her right cheek was just too perfect.