Geese walk

It was a calling of my friends's episode in my life that I suddenly felt the need to retouch upon those events. The need to see her and the measure of change kept me exciting. The change in me itself would be an amusement to her. It was the new personal self I had drawn of her. How different and a bit weathered she would be. But, something kept a sense of rejuvenation in the back of my mind. I visited her office and just at the gaze of her it was a heart drop. She had all the magnificence and the aura splaying round her. The men took orders from her and she was commanding the work with so proficient eyes that at once it took me aback just to think whether she would at all ease herself to be bothered by me. I felt the pulse of my heart and kept moving a step and half at once. And, suddenly she turned at me.
Her looks went deep into my mental storm and then her acquaintance to my being was embodied into her approaching to me. I could see she had seen in my eyes the wantonness for her. The play of the dark that came closer to my mouth and it all suddenly dropped into the silence. She took my hand into her and closely embraced me. The no world of imagination could have brought me to such an intuition about her act. The emotional world of touch that had kept eluded me in my yesteryears of friendship was just given out in such an ease that when the warmth of her touch sublimed away from my hand; I could only sense it being lost. She had become invincible for me and I became all the more difficult self for my self. I gave her registration number of my car and she gave the orders of release without paying fine. I left the office after saluting the officer.