The first sight

He never believed in love, for him it was just a time waste, but what he ever had to waste? nothing... He used to keep silence, never speaks unwantedly, remained in his own world of genres. So believing or not believing was never an issue, but what were those eyes? A magic, some enchanted pearls ?. He saw her standing in the corridor, she was looking at her and when he saw, she started looking away, doesn't mean she was interested, it meant a magic to him, a sight worth to be remembered again and again, A sight to make one's life full of beautiful memories or memories to make a man suffer, A suffering enough to kill... So from then on, Love became his murderer.. A murderer of his thoughts and prayers of himself.. from then he never even prayed for himself. He prayed for her betterment and betterment of people like her.. He lost himself, his tears just wanted her not 'himself'. People want their selves to be good.. right? not other's.. other's don't matter, any person other than 'you' doesn't matter.. but in love it matters, After first sight it starts to matter, everything changes, your blood pressure changes, your heart beats change, and way of seeing change, His also changed... 'Since then'