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‘Nice!’ he says without a hint of emotion as my brain cells quarrel with each other to analyze what it really means. Yet, I smile a broad-teeth showing smile, fully knowing that his going to return me one of his own.

I call him an introvert, silent; a man of virtue yet filled with so much of questions for his little head. It would cost too much trouble if you speak with him and not look at those chaotic black eyes. A zeal of words; the voices escapes unwillingly through his half- pouted mouth pleasuring the commotion it results. Reputed for a shy being, only people closest know even the blood flowing in him enlightens the vigor of a warrior. Only few people realize the veiled threat that is portrayed in those mischief twinkles. No wonder he reflects the eye of a tornado; calm and callous.

When the delicate fingers of wind tangle his rough hair, hose strands of hair flirt with the eyes that are busy flirting with the world around. A square peg ion a round hole, he reminds of sundae and my favorite ice-cream. Interestingly, his jet-black eyes hungrily feast on the world to unravel its secret failing to see that his all the secret the worlds got. Radiating jocund energy, Che is a wonder for those who come across him.

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