A white Kolkata cotton sari, wrapped close to body make her look slimmer. This is how she is dressed every day, but my eyes find her new and fresh. I would know even if she would gray another hair, even if her long jet black long hair is tied tight in a bun as always. I have observed her so close, so sharp, and so passionate that every millimeter of hers is known to me. Sujata has a beautiful smile. Her well arranged teeth create illusion of white pearl necklace. Rare occasions of short lived smile make it even more quirky. Sujata walks straight, head up, brows raised, not looking around, as if she is detached from the world. She never looked interested about what happened around her. And I am sure she neglected my presence. She loved books. Every time I closed my eyes to remember her, I found her gazing deeply in a book. Her sleeveless white blouse matching with her buttery smooth white skin made the sight alluring. I wanted to touch her hand for once just to make sure she wasn’t made of butter.