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As the wind blows the trees sway in unison, the branches brush against each other and the leaves rustle. Kahuli looks over her shoulders and takes in the beauty of the evening. She wore a pretty yellow vintage pleated layered skirt with a cotton vintage sailor collared cotton top. She remembers yellow is Zira's favorite color and goes red, nervous she tugs on her handkerchief and makes her way to her granny's cottage. Last night, the tall Mizo lecturer- Zira had asked her for a dance and she had been as nervous when he took her hands and led her to the dance-floor. When he held her waist and swayed with her under the blue moon with the endless scattered fairy-lights, in the village fair, Kahuli could feel her heart race so fast she felt dizzy and faint. She recalls Zira's small eyes, kind and innocent and when he looked down at her she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Kahuli couldn't stop thinking about him and much to her frustration her friends wouldn't stop teasing her too.
They made a lovely sight at the dance-floor. Zira wore a crisp white shirt with blue jeans and held Kahuli as though she was a fragile flower of the valley. There were whispered approval from the young and old alike, Zira and Kahuli was both beloved to all. They could barely take their eyes off each other and it warmed the hearts of the old people to watch a young love blossom right before their eyes.
Humming a tune from last night's dance, Kahuli hops and skips in her yellow vintage pleated layered skirt, brushing and walking past the tall green grass smiling all alone. It felt wonderful to be in love.