I saw him for the first time in his court. He was the Honourable Judge and I was accompanying an accused to his court. Advocates said, “It’s better to avoid his court as much as you can. He is strict, punctual, honest and daring.” I was curious to have a look at him as a rare specimen in today’s world. I peeped through the door into the courtroom. He was sitting there in his seat gracefully. A handsome gentleman, smart; but I couldn’t look at him for more than 10 seconds, as his sharp eyes were on me.
The confession that he likes me
Magically, we got connected through social media the very next month. He expressed his liking for my writings and soon we became good friends. I wrote to him every day. I shared my worries, pains, plans, and happiness with him. In spite of his busy schedule he listened to me patiently and consoled me whenever I was upset. He didn’t like to see me as a widow and advised me to get remarried. The time came soon when we just enjoyed talking with each other. And one fine evening, I found him waiting for my call like a young boy of 20.