My hero

 

My hero

We lived in a society flat. Krishan lived  alone in the building next to ours.  I could see his  window from my bedroom. Some times I saw him standing near the window, watching me from the corner of his eyes. If I looked at him he immediately turned his face.
                                Once I  had fever and did not see him for some days. I missed him. One evening I saw him entering our flat. My parents were by my side. He came inside. My pulse rate increased. The moment he entered a very soothing flavour of his after shave lotion  filled the atmosphere.His clean shaven face bowled me over. I realised I was in love! 
                                        We got married  within one month.He was a very lovable, humourous,  and considerate person.  I loved to gently pat his face, which was as smooth as a rose petal and fragrant like a lily. I loved to see his clean shaven face. To tease me he would say, I am going to keep a beard. I too lovingly said in that case I would divorce him. He would take me in his arms and whisper that even in his dream he will not have a beard!
This is purely a fictional story.

I am accepting Madam Panchali's and Kalpana Solsi's tag and writing in response to that.


I would like to tag my friends, Reshma, Padmaja and Shilpa Garg



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