A figment of my imagination associated with Him!

It was a very usual way they met. They were naive and natural when they met at the institution. She seemed uninterested to even look at him initially. He was stronger, wiser, wittier, likable and intellectual. Quite close to a perfect charmer!

All cute angels from the heaven had been doing their job, and hence there was very little to be done. His roughness, and yet that gentleness in his eyes and face. A little rough around the edges made him more appealing. His authority was his sex appeal and she secretly loved to succumb to. She expressed and now both knew it, and they played along. Unfortunately they were grown up little kids.

She took pride in herself, in her strength, until the day he swept her off her feet. From not looking at him or in his direction to desperately pussyfooting to check on him. Someone he was whom she began to believe and finally she assumed he was made for her. Everything unplanned yet with accurate degree of perfection by nature. Beautiful it was.

And then nature took its course. Jill came tumbling down. She tumbled deeper into this whirlpool of love. He could understand. Because he was the Jack. She started seeing and believing the greener pastures, wherein actually it was a brown dry one. Jack showed her to see green in it, and she did.

And now she rubs her eyes over and over. But it just doesn’t appear to be green. Her heart now feels sold, but she steals it and places it back in herself. Never to let it slip again.

Now they are missed intensely sometimes, Jack and Jill!