The Soft Chocolate Desire

I had been to the ICAI’s National Diamond Jubilee IT Conference, hosted by ICAI’s Pimpri-Chinchwad Branch at Balewadi. The conference was for two consecutive days. On both these days there was this female (a new friend of mine has this knack of calling a girl or a lady as ‘female’, quite amusing at times)… well this female… I am confused should I describe her as a girl or as a madam. In most probability she is a chartered accountant. But she didn’t look of her age. She was so cute, lovely, curious like a child… don’t know curious about what, but it did make her look even more prettier. Our eyes met quite a few times quietly as if our looks were embracing each other. Her curious eyes were breathtakingly mysterious. Such that you just go on drowning into them trying to analyse what is it? - Curious charm or charming curiosity. Well she was lovely on the first day but not lovely enough to be mentioned here. She was in formal clothing with a green-white stripes shirt. Quite cool but didn’t bring out her beauty well. On the second day she looked so much deep and desirable in the chocolate coloured punjabi that she wore that I was mesmerised and completely engrossed into her. She was there only in the morning and I couldn’t see her for the rest of the day. But in the name of her beauty I gave myself a treat of a huge dairy milk later in the day. And I am so happy that every time for the rest of my life whenever I would be having chocolate I would be reminded of her, her beauty and her curious charm.