Unknown, But a Friend


Unmistakably told “uncertain the life is” and truly I believe for future is unseen nobody could predict. Even the fortunetellers are wrong often, forget the hapless commoners or the ordinary sedulous bigwigs. Every day, we encounter the people from different walks of life and for some, they get friends, adopted brothers and sisters for some and even adopted parents, lovers and for unfortunate ones, rivalries, and so on. Everything happens through co-incidence and accidental interactions although some are planned and intentional, and unanticipatedly, whole worldly mortals are bound within the whirl of weal and woe, and no man has the escape route from such unavoidable circumstances unless you kick the bucket. But be afraid not. You’re not the lone gamer, but the whole world is with you to battle the woes for the peace at stake. However, it is not the philosophical world I am going to take you through, but an amigo, the soul of pure affability, I wish to make known to you.

Beautiful by the appearance, so is her heart- kind and appeasing- no doubt the lady from Drukyal she is. Complete stranger she is to me and so am I to her, but for ages her amiability makes me feel like I have known her. Gracious she, balmy it is to have discourse with her, pleasing is her words and the voice, and delight I find in her presence. Beyond doubt, all men’s desire she is.
Confused and indecisive she was during the time of our first rendezvous, and the anxiety turned all her ways into blind spots. So innocent as the fresh graduate, hordes of anxious thoughts were running through her mind like the cars racing. Erratic and unstable, poor dame fell the victim to fear and shame of being still without a job. Then, to her rescue, the entrance of her rescuer, the hero, appeared the sight of her quagmire (LOL).

Eldest by the birth order, but young at age, the beauty is in haste to embark upon the opulence possession for concern she has of her unstable family socio-economic status and the needs of her three younger school-going siblings she must fulfill. Fretful and lost, plethora of detrimental emotions she has gathered in her soul and prepared she is to jump on any boat that comes onshore first. Holly God! Safe haven she must need to think of what’s best for her and to decide wisely the optimal choice of her interest and something rewarding. She ought to watch her steps, or else, she might fall into the abyss of repentance and desolation.

Lost in the maze with numerous choices like overseas, survey, pedagogy, modeling and more, the lady was left baffled and stagnant. Moreover, completely diffident she was with racing trepidation crossing her mind. Days and weeks have elapsed, still so absorbed we are into stern, comical and inane dialogues, and sometimes tittle-tattle, but glad to see the little princess becoming spunky and resolute each passing day. Sharp as the lazar, concrete as the metal and clear as the crystal the lady is yet to be- certainly someday in future and she ought to be for strong basis she must build to sustain herself and her beloved ones, and importantly, the purpose of her existence must she find so that no remorse impedes her peace-of-mind later.

Indecisive sure she is with dithering thoughts and agony, but flamboyance and cordiality in her gestures is a real deal to be appreciated and admired. Additionally, intelligent and knowledgeable she is behind beautiful countenance- truly a rare gem in millions. Soft-spoken she is and moreover, benevolence I could feel in her with no doubt. Wow! The woman truly has the charisma and divinely agreeable disposition any man would be obsessed with. But she is just a friend to me and no romance, as you may assume of me, constitutes the bond between us. We are good friends for now and what happens next, I leave the rest upon the destiny (LOLLLLLLL).


So, that’s a brief intro about the unknown mademoiselle and a bit info I knew about her. Let’s hope for its sequel if fate favorably determines the continuity of the unfinished story. 

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