Chapter 3 Glimpses

I remember, when I used to live with my family I was never happy. My brain always used to find flaws in myself and my surroundings which used to make me feel low.

Why am I so chubby?

I wish my lips were a little thinner.

My chest looks disfigured!

Why am I so tall? I wish I could wear heels...

My hair is so dull with random waves and curls...

I wish my hair was brownish rather than raven black.

My eyes are so sad, so sad and brown, I wish I had green

Eyes...

All that came rushing back to me as I met face to face with the green-eyed handsome who was sitting on the piano bench. He was playing a tune on the piano, too busy to notice me. The sound of the door must have disturbed his bubble because he spared a glance towards the doorway without looking at me in the eye.

The sound of the door must have disturbed his bubble because he spared a glance towards the doorway without looking at me in the eye

I quietly went to my seat in the middle of the classroom and took out my notebook and started to scribble random stuff.

My eyes darted towards the man in front of the class. He was still on the piano, gliding his fingers on the keys as if he was touching something very delicate.

Now that I could not see his eyes, I was able to see his lean yet strong built, his features were sharp. Sharp jaw, sharp nose, almost giving him a Russian kind of look. He had brown hair which looked softer than my pillow. His shoulders were not too broad but perfect. He was wearing a full sleeved white shirt and pants as if he was in a business meeting. I could not have a glimpse of his shoes but I am sure that they were shiny and polished like a mirror. There was this odd aura surrounding him which screamed for control and domination.

But one thing was sure. He was not a student.

And I had a good guess who he was.

He was our new music teacher.