The first look

However old our relation grows, we always remember the first time we meet, in fact its the first look, the first exchange of glances that we always remember. I am no different, the memory of seeing him for the first time is still so fresh as if it was just yesterday.
Another excerpt from my life:

There he was tall, fair and handsome with those classy spectacles of his and a perfect smile. He looked almost like he did in his photographs. I noticed all this just in a flash when our eyes met for a brief moment before he got down from the train. He was almost leaning from the door. Wearing blue jeans and a simple black tee, he looked really smart and elegant. I was wearing a nice animal print dress with my high heels and just a black eye-liner with a dash of lip gloss. Still I was overdressed because normally one doesn’t find people dressed this way at a railway station, but I gave a damn. I wanted to look good because I was meeting him for the first time.

“Aise chalti train se koi kooda hai bhala tumhare liye ab tak” he said as he got off the train which had still not halted. I could not find words to reply him back; I could feel butterflies in my stomach as he also hugged me while saying so. I just smiled. He held my hand and pressed it softly as we started moving out towards the exit from the platform.