It was a very hot day. It seemed that doors of hell were opened and heat was travelling on sunny ways and marching like fire in a steel furnace. I was melting on my way towards my hostel, which was exactly 1979 steps far from our academic block. Walking across a corridor, I saw her walking towards the corrider's end like a queen in ivory green dress, holding her files to her breasts. Lyla is a 34 years old instructor and mother of a child, i dont know what her name meant but if i would have a chance to reconstruct her i would prefer to use the same mold in which she was made earliar. She is little less higher than me with jet black eyes parted by a beatiful nose, and juicy fine lips always feel like rich in taste. She is a marble made woman, white silky body so fair than lovely. Her peaks are the reason of her proudness, she seldom gets frank with any one around. I was watching her coming towards me as i stopped to see her. She tried to hide her smile as she saw me as i greeted her. I started walking with her on her way towards her office. "Its very hot", She tried to hide herself in the shadow of her umbrella and said, " Where r you going?". "Ma'm! I am going to my room" i replied her. "Why dont you stop in my office and have some cold drink", She asked in a very polite tone i had never heard. ...................................................!
(Is there any Lyla around)
(Is there any Lyla around)
