I opened my eyes and saw her beautiful smile. Smiling back to me as if she knew everything about me but I couldn't understand when she grabbed my every emotions. It was weird, I know. I could remember how I fall for her. It was a very hot summer day when I met her first. I was a fresh garden artist. My artistic talents were wondering around with the nature. Every angle of nature, I wanted to stroke it away with my brushes. For some reason it always attracted me. That day I was doing it too, I was using my feelings to draw the beauty of the nature when she broke her bicycle wheel by one of the rock on the tea garden. Yes, I was sketching the tea garden. She was cycling from her bungalow, she was the manager of a tea garden nearby. There was no vehicles on the garden only bicycle, motorcycle or jeep. No cable network, no internet network, no home delivery services or shopping centre and sometimes no mobile network even especially on stormy weather. It was like living hell. I was only an artist, drawing and sketching of the nature was my work. When she did the accident infront of me, I dropped my brushes and ran to her, she got injured in one of her leg, it was bloody messy. I held her in my arms and took her to my small Mitsubishi pajero mini. She was so ashamed by her clumsy attitude. She knew that very well that she did wrong by taking a bicycle in that rocky road. She should not be taken a bicycle, as a manager of the garden she should took herself a little more care. Sun did the justice to her by evenly tanned her, now she was looking made of metallic copper, might be a white girl in her some golden days. She introduced herself to me then gave me her bungalow address. I drove her there within an hour. I was thinking she was really a lunatic, how come she cycled that much, really that was not necessary of torturing herself for leafy gardens. She was on her emergency moment. There was no vehicles available in her bungalow and walking on there was not a good option so, she was using bicycle but out of urgency she got injured. When we reached to our destination, she called for help and her maid servants run to herself for help. I got a royal treatment from her. She ordered to provide me their best services as a guest. It was beautiful big room, small veranda with armchairs on one side of the room, the other side a bathroom with hot tubs, branded toiletries, bathrobe, air conditioning room brought the winter on that hot summer day, silk bedsheets covering my bed, on my bed there was a clean ironed man's clothing, on my bedside table an ice cold lemonade with few sweets. I was so glad that I encountered with her. After refreshments, they invited me for lunch. On the dining table all kinds of chutneys beautifully presented along with well decorated shrimp salad with lemon, mint leaves and nuts, roasted big fish, chicken curry, gravy peas dal with coconut and white rice. I was feeling hungry at once. Then they gave me sweet yogurt ice cream with half sweet mangoes and after a while green tea, I was so surprised by their luxury of foods. I was walking around to see the beauty of the bungalow when she came back to spent the evening. She nurtured her injuries and feeling sorry that she couldn't joined me on lunchtime. We couldn't understand when our time flew, we took our evening earl grey tea with muffins, sandwiches and biscuits then we enjoyed music along with board games which were available in that forest. We were talking along with our chess game and drinks. Then, we ate our dinner together, it was awesome as well, grilled meat, chicken salad, lamp kebabs, cheese cooked with spinach, fried vegetable rice and so on. What I could say, I never been treated such a luxurious comfy way. Then we took pictures. I learned that she was married with kids, her husband was on vacation with her kids, so she was spending her summer alone in the garden. She even offered me to stay for few days but it was dangerous for me because I was falling in love with her already. With heart warming memories, I went back to my town. I developed the pictures that we took together, the best one was her single picture. She was smiling on me. It was beautiful. I framed it and kept it on my bedside table. I heard later that she was dead by an accident on a stormy night when she was alone in the bungalow, a poisonous snake bitten her. She was dead on my absence when I was feeling good every day by looking at her smiling face infront of me then she was struggling in that hell where no one could save her easily. My long lost love that was not mine, died in the forest, alone at the dark deadly night, where no human could take any precautionary steps to save their loved ones. She was mine on my dreams and senses where I gave no one any permission to enter.