Taken from the novel “THE WAY SHE LOVED”

I offered to grasp her hand. She looked into my eyes for an instant and shook with smile. It’as the very first time when i’ad clutch with her for three second and i perceived three hundred chemical reaction in my body. The feeling of her soft palm like infant was bedrenching my heart. I behold my rough left hand. “Lucky damn, you hugged.” I spoke in mind. “I hope, you won’t misconstrue it, and will keep confined up to friendship.” Arpita said. “Perhaps…No, I won’t. You needn’t worry.” I replied slowly, knowing this gargantuan fib. I wondered why these small town girls’re so conservative and possessive. “I mean, why’ould i tie up to friendship instead of loving such a pretty girl like her.” I whisper to myself. Meanwhile, That wretch path had came from where she turned to her home. I knocked the door of my house. My mother opened with an order to freshen up to me. I thrown my school bag in the chair as per day and changed the uniform. “Haven’t you wash up your hand ?” My mother exclaimed from kitchen. “Bring a spoon, i’ll eat through.” I replied in same pitch. “But, why can’t hand through” My mother introgate, putting the dish on bed. “Usually, Mom” I lied. But the serious reason’as the handshake which’ad happened thirty minute ago for three seconds. I believed that feeling’as still in my hand and wanted to furl it precisely.