Fragrance of her smile

Fragrance of her smile
It was the bank of a holly river.
Some children were coming down from the bus.
I was also crossing nearby them.
Some books fell on the ground from the hand of a girl.
I bow my self to put off the books & put them in her hands.
She smiles & says thanks.
I also use a formal word “mention not”.
She again smiles & say thanks a lot.
Her face become pinkish with black curling hair and
Her beautiful eyes brightened and curved like a bow.
I am still remembering the fragrance of her smile & beauty.
She never meets me again but the fragrance of her smile is with me still now.
(From the diary of an Indian)