Remembering the old love – The girl on the sixth floor
She is as fair as the December snow. The fairness accentuated by her black curls falling on her face. She sits there, cross-legged, with a thoughtful gaze and an inquiring look on her face, her lips arched into a half smile, and face propped up on one hand supported on the desk. It makes me stop in my tracks, makes me freeze, and I realize how right that person was who proposed the concept of relativity of time —the effect of time dilation; because when I look at her, the time slows down, every moment lingers for eternity and I live a lifetime in each second spent watching her.
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