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Der wos en angel - June ! - 2

                                   “Wot z ur nem?” June broke the silence first. “Mine? Oh… I am called Siddhartha.”… “seddaratta??”… Siddhartha could not stop laughing at the funny accent of June. Then controlling his laugh , he said looking into her eyes , with adding soft touch to his voice , “You can call me just Sid .” “Sid… luv da nem … ven did ye born sid?” “Me? Well… on spring’s first full moon night.” “Det sounds relly romantic..” and with saying this June twinkled her eyes. Their eyes were still locked into each other’s eyes … a long moment’s silence made them forgot all differences between them : earthly and heavenly .  Suddenly June’s gaze fell down. Sid didn’t notice the change in June’s mood , he was still stupefied  by the immortal beauty of this angel. June without looking at him turned her back and begins to walk towards her home’s direction. Sid is taken aback by her sudden action. He shouts and calls her back , but she walks with a more fast pace. She ignores his calls… but Sid runs after her ; a different emotion bubbles up in him. When he reaches just behind June , unintentionally he holds her hand. June is stunned , she looks accusingly at him. “Leav mi hand.”  . Now conscious of his act , he leaves the clutch of her hand. Momentary touch and life time’s imprisonment. June said , “Wot u wont?”  “I want to know you.” June looked into her eyes , tried to fathom the meaning of his reply. Then after a brief pause she said , “I must leave right now… will meet ye tomorrow here in morning.” Saying this , she disappeared in forests. Sid , who was left behind, was wondering if this was a dream or reality. If this was a dream , then he didn’t want to wake up and if this was the reality , he would never want to sleep. Well At night , when his eyes were weary , he tried to sleep but he was restless … restless to meet the angel tomorrow… restless to see the divine beauty ….
(to be continued..)
                                          

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