That girl in the green top,
With open wet hair, waved in the air.
Sat to follow the dictation and write,
She was late for the day,
When already the session began,
She hurried, she tried;
To follow the dictation and write.
She looked into the dictator’s eye,
He looked at her back,
That look was different,
Yes, it was different from the other day.
She felt it, she sensed it was something new.
It was the beginning of the feeling,
That grew as LOVE.
- Ankita Halder