Category : Diary/Journal

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If you ask me about my favourite season  I'll tell you I like summer season particularly. And you would be expecting I'll tell you about birds chirping.. morning breeze.. sunset and sunrise and all those cliche ideas people have already sold you. No. I like summers and there's only one reason.And it's her scarf. Everyday I see her going somewhere I don't know where.. with a bag and a scarf. She has many kinds of scarfs and they are all so pretty. But I am amazed by the fact that she knows so many ways to tie that scarf around her neck. 

Sometimes I guess she is late and she leaves the scarf drooping over her shoulders. The ends of the scarf waving to the pedestrians as she hurriedly takes her steps. And when she is happy she circles the scarf around her neck in a peculiar way. I have seen people wrapping scarf around their neck. Hers is different. People usually leave the ends loose. She  never does that. Her scarf is always wrapped up.. never leaving the ends untied. And if you look from a distance you cannot even unravel the ends. It seems an endless loop that she wears around her neck. Doesn't she feel choked? 
Most of the times… during noon.. Her scarf covers most of her face. This is when she is trying to avoid the sun's rage and people's gaze. But I can always tell you it's her. Because I have seen her eyes. They are the windows to her soul. They are just brown coloured normal eyes but if you take some time to look deeply you would see the countless emotion she's been hiding. I saw her eyes one day when she was sitting at a coffee shop...Looking through the glass across the road.. But she never looks at you.. even if she does she swiftly changes her gaze from your eyes to the floor where you stand. I don't know what's keeping her. Oh sorry! I get so lost talking about her I completely forgot I was telling you about her scarf. She also uses her scarf as a veil sometimes. It seems that she has drawn the blinds separating her world from reality. The scarf covers her head and her neck. Sometimes it slips down; she quickly puts it back as if afraid.. afraid that people might ruin her world with their realities. Her world is her truth;sometimes stranger than fiction.
 You must be wondering about me.. Please don't think about me.. She never does. But if you ever see her walking down the aisle..Please tell her that she has a beautiful scarf.