THE
FACE:
The
emerald green eyes wore a penetrating gaze and the pupils in the middle were black
holes of emotions. They mesmerized me right away! The long eye-lashes bordering
the perfect almond-shaped eyes were however wet and yet another tear was
forming! Fine crisscrossing streaks of inflamed red in the glistening white
sclera hinted too much crying.
As
she kept repeatedly rubbing the fluent with a satin handkerchief, the friction produced
a more visible pink at the tip of her aquiline and slightly hooked nose. Her
full lips, which at other times were glossy with vivid colour and capable of
creating miracles with a lustrous smile, looked dried and rather than sporting
a sensuous appeal, bore only a wistful charm! Her heart-shaped face thus
professed melancholy and though I was not privy to the melodrama leading to her
sorrowful disposition, the same transcended into a poignant memory!
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