A Proposal in a Thrilling way!
Shifted to new place
my office too far
No option, commute by bus..
Many calls I got for appointment.
First time I got blank call
Followed everyday the same 12pm
This time my friend took call
He said he want to speak to me only
He said today you look dull
What happen, no charm in your face.
But yesterday you looked gorgeous.
Then each day
Some lovely comments followed
I was just surprised how he know my each details
One day in bus stop one car just stopped and offered lift.
Bluntly I said no.
But later I realized I didn't notice him.
A familiar voice, I heard in office
But he left in no time
Again phone, so you were trying to reach me.
Today, I offered you lift.
Anyway I like your smartness.
Today, you look wonderful.
This colour suits you very well.
You look pretty.
I would like to meet you personally.
I really got embarrassed.
But couldn't find about him.
I felt, I spoke to him many times
Especially the voice, I was trying to recollect.
One day I had presentation
Around twenty people as usual were those.
Just after everything over.
In a 5 minutes, your presentation was superb and you too.
He said lowering voice, you looked awesome.
Can I see you?
What do you mean?
The next day,
Some guest with families arrived surprisingly.
My mom asked me to serve tea and snacks to them.
I thought may be some dads family friend
I served tea to all
But the last person,
Shocked to see him..
What is he doing here
I have met him and spoke to him too in office.
But the word Hello, lowering his voice.
I just stared at him
Cup about to slip from my hand.
But he was sure, such thing will happen, he caught it.
And all started laughing.
It was just the embarrassing moment for me.
A thrilling proposal it was.
Purely my Imagination....
May God bless you all to have beautiful imagination
But do share with us..Thank you.
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