The Air France Girl...18

We left the lovebirds alone in their nest and returned to ours, I mean to our seats. Yes, now she had left her seat with Puja, and she was sitting with me, at the window seat. Saurabh had taken her seat. She was looking outside. Evening had fallen and within few hours we were about to reach the Capital City of India. We were probably over some part of Western Asia at that time. 

(I wanted to start this part by writing this - "She looked beautiful, heavenly, as she did when I sat beside her, while going the other way. And she smelt awesome (I always wonder how girls manage so many things about their looks), as always (I had seen her only for few hours, earlier and now, and I had became her judge)". Her light brown hair flowed a bit in air, towards me, as if someone was blowing air from the window! Am I dreaming? How can that happen?

But I did not, because I did not want to get involved with her. I wanted to avoid her.)

Actually, I wanted to be a filmy guy like Saurabh and propose her. But she was looking outside, incessantly, as if she was trying to find herself, or may be find me? :) (Just look at me, her presence gives me smileys, all the time). This girl make me wonder so much, and I don't know what makes me like this, in her presence.

I was thinking - "Look at him, how happy he is and how happy they look, when will my time come? Is she the one?"