For the next few days, i followed the same routine of not looking directly at her face, but at her reflection instead. I was so mesmerized by her reflection that i often forgot that there were other people who were passing by and looking at my eccentric behaviour.
Sometimes later, Sumera understood my idea and she too started staring continuously at the slow waters, focusing on my reflection. Often i smiled while we both stared at each other's reflections.
Everyday i went home, thinking about the next day and her splendid beauty.
I would reach the Yaarbal bank fifteen minutes prior to her arrival and take the best possible position to look. She came in every day at her usual time with a group of friends; and while the others filled their pots, we continued with our routine.
Every day i greeted her by closing my eyes for a brief moment and she reciprocated by doing the same. Her friends had begun to understand her feelings and they would fill her pot of water while she sat with me.
We couldn't do the routine directly because of the continuous presence of the village elders and the women who often flocked to the Yaarbal.
Our village wasn't a modernized hamlet but i had seen on the TV of Rahim kaka's house how people approached each other if they developed feelings for one another.
But our village was different. You weren't allowed to talk to the opposite sex; you couldn't even stare at them directly.
Call it extremism or the extent of darkness. This was how it was. No one had the fortitude and the backbone to transform the current system and change it with something that appealed to the present generation.
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