Aroma

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It was dawn...
Some crackling sounds which disturbed his sleep.
A dynamic,lethargic man wearing a lounge shirt and pant came out
Rising his phone torch...walked towards the sound that annoyed him.
Few steps ahead, A low light distracted him.
The way was rough to reach those lights.
On his distracted way, his boots went.

Under those fading stars,he saw the twinkles
Dropping woolen threads from a sweater
With some scratches over the body,between those clinks inside the dish water.
The greased hands wiped the sweats without breeze.
Moisture over the forehead of the dark girl
Besides the dawn breeze,her sweat blew his eyes.

Rounded up with glass jars of the cafe house
Her opened eye didn't close for a long it seemed
Her threaded jacket covered her academic gown from those unclean water

Now his eyes failed to blink
Money appointed retinue
Her academic gown is now squeaky-clean
The orphaned girl gave lives to many of her kind
His wallet made her the queen
Things changed her life in fraction of time
Her skin and soul got recovered from the wound

But the one attracted him was her moisture.
That is not about love at first sight, but love at first smell.

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