It was fresher’s party at college.
A beautiful young girl, with carefully applied make up and mesmerizing looks
entered the party hall. Her long hairs had the beauty of night sky and her smile
had the warmth of sunshine.
It was not a surprise that, within
minutes of her entry, everyone’s eyes were transfixed on her. Guys swarmed behind her to talk at least a word
with her. Some guys invited her to dance, and some were asking for her contact
number, many started to look out for her FB profile.
She got irritated by this
situation. She refused to dance, lied to guys who asked for her contact number,
that she has no mobile or FB accounts. She simply avoided the guys who tried to
smile at her or talk to her. At last she got out of the party hall half way.
On the way back home, she thought, “Don’t
these guys know any culture; is this the way to behave to a girl? Worst guys,
Worst guys”
With these thoughts, one year
passed for her and for everyone. Again she was invited for fresher’s party, as
a senior.
Even after a year, she was as
stunning as she was a year before. It won’t be an exaggeration to say that she
was even prettier, with more carefully applied make up.
But the guys who got insulted by
her last year, didn't care to notice her this time. So all through the party
nobody disturbed her.
On the way back home, she thought, “Don’t
these guys know any culture; is this the way to behave to a girl? Worst guys,
Worst guys”
(Adapted from a story by Khalil Gibran)
(Adapted from a story by Khalil Gibran)
