MY BOOKS TO YOU Chapter 3

 Chapter 3

 

I have imagined meeting her so many times in my head. She looks gorgeously beautiful in her blue minidress and black tights.

Assuming she is about five feet and six inches in her six-inch strap heels.

Just by looking at her, I could tell that she loves wearing heels and prefers wearing them only. She might have a whole collection. The last time till now I saw her in maroon fish-bottomed heels and cute, white two-inch heels.

She was caught off guard when I walked up to her and introduced myself. Backing me, my sister came and, with her cheerful nature, introduced herself. That made her more comfortable.

After my sister stopped yapping about how good her interview about the Mirror Mirror book was, she finally asked her to introduce herself to us.

I was waiting to know her name all this time.

"I am Tejasri."

Finally, after a year's wait, I finally know her name. TEJASRI. Tejasri. Tejasri.....

My mind is revolving around that name like she was the Earth and the moon was rotating around her.

The meaning of her name is Light.

With that one name, a thousand poems were forming in my head. I wish I could tell her about all these poems that are piling up in my mind like old unsolved case files. But here she is, the case file that I want to read and flip through its pages.

Mysterious beauty.

We talked about her favourite books and my favourite books.

That's when I finally realised that she was so worth it ... she was worth all the time the world could give me. Talking to her was not BORING at all. It was more like an adventure where we were the only explorers exploring each other.

I asked shamelessly, "Can I get your number?"

And to my surprise, she was really sweet and gave me her number. She is not that mysterious after all.

She also told me that she wanted to have a very big Library too.

I have a really huge Library like the one in Beauty and the Beast.

She would definitely be happy.

At the end of the day, I got her number too. I was so thankful to my sister and my mother, who made me read a lot of books. Or else I would not have been here talking to the most beautiful angel of my life.