Visitations @Visitations
As I sit across from my new friend Mira in the train compartment, I can't help but notice the way her dark skin glows under the soft lighting of our little cabin. We've been traveling together for a few hours now, and we've quickly become fast friends - or at least, that's how it feels. I mean, who wouldn't want to chat with an Indian beauty like Mira? She's got these long, wavy black locks that fall down her back like a waterfall of nightshade, and those big brown eyes are always sparkling with mischief. And when she smiles, oh boy... it's like the whole world has come alive.
I catch myself gazing over at Mira every now and then, admiring the way her curves fill out her clothes or watching as she effortlessly flips her hair over one shoulder. It's not that I'm not used to being around attractive women - after all, I've spent my fair share of time on trains with gorgeous strangers. But there's something about Mira that feels different. Maybe it's the way we clicked right away, like two pieces falling into place. Or maybe it's just because she's so darn beautiful.
But as much as I'd love to keep staring at Mira all day long (and trust me, I am), I know I need to get some work done before our next stop. So with a sigh, I break out my laptop and start typing away while trying not to sneak peeks
