The first thing I noticed about her were her shoes. They were boots that ran till her knees and were adorned with an elegant fur lining.
I travel long distances through Delhi Metro for its cheap and fast. So basically you are stuck with hundreds of others looking for cheap transport. It gets arduous and boring at times but the story teller in me often inspires me to look for characters, for stories.
She was pretty. Leaning on the pole in front of pole I noticed this beautiful girl in long boots seating in front of me. But what struck me about her were her brown eyes underlined with thick black kajal. The eyes overflowed with love as they stared the man next to her.
He was tall, appeared a little older than her and had a thick beard. He took her hand as quickly as she offered to him. As both looked into each other's eye I looked around for love deserves privacy in a crowded metro coach as well.
It lasted just a few seconds as I gazed across the couple to the  glittering street lights in the distance. His gaze followed mine but her eyes were fixed on his face. She leaned across her and rubbed her nose across his bearded cheeks. He looked back at her and wrapped her in arm. Her lips embellished with red lipstick gave away a little smile.

I left them there as I dropped down at my station late in the evening, tired about the day but pleased with the World where love still blossoms in its pure and innocent ways