Continued from A Date
I reached my studio next morning to find him on the garden bench. Clad in what seemed to be a new pair of black jeans and white kurta, his head rested on the bench's back, he sat there,eyes closed.
The morning sun shone bright on his hair, the dew drops on the bench glistened to form an aura around him. The air caressed his face gently and a smile adorned his lips.
The bench faced the steps into my studio. And thats where i sat, sketching him. As i put the last line on the sketch, he opened his eyes to find me staring at him.