Six-Point-One - (Part 3)
People, at large, lack empathy. Pooja did not. Her frivolous expressions, bold laughter, and carefree persona ignited Khan's curiosity. He was amused. The two leaped from casual to serious dating in a short span of time. “ Life will not be boring with this one ,” he couldn’t help wondering. Pooja lay on the left of his bed fiercely typing on her phone. She was once again fighting a right-wing troll on her Social Media. The recent social unrest had nurtured her activist stance. Khan chuckled and let her be. It was a Saturday afternoon. He looked outside the window. The trees appeared greener, skies bluer. Khan noticed her. She was not one of those Instagram girls with polished legs and painted skin but a glass-eyed selenophile; a jobless bookworm who looked out for ways to avoid reality. She was red rose; her thorns defending the velveteen rabbit. Her ice burned and her fire soothed. She was an oases found in the middle of a desert. Or a