Its been 17hrs, trying to figure out a perfect gift for her
on this valentine’s day. Searched the online catalogs, jewelry stores, the
custom-gift shops, and tried different arts but nothing feels right and
appropriate. I want something that says exactly what I want for her, nothing more
and certainly nothing less, like it has been for us this whole time just the
perfect amount of love and longing.
Yes, I love her and it has been the same, ever since I saw
her. But it was not “love at first site”.
She was just another beautiful girl, with this amazing captivating smile and the eyes that speak more than she ever did, when I first saw her at the St. Mary’s annual painting competition. She was sitting just next to me, and boy wasn’t I out of my mind this whole time? The competition had already lost its meaning. I was rather conscious to make a good impression, act like a cool guy and make some kind of heroic gesture. And that’s when the ‘Epic Fail’ incident happened. I reacted over a wrong color selection (as if I was a professional!), hurling a fist down on the desk that spill the water over my team mate’s art sheet. He was so into this and worked so minutely for 1:35mins and I, just to get her attention, spoiled everything for him. Luckily, he wasn’t that mad, he just threw a punch at my face. So, yes I got her attention at the lowest minutes of life and pride. Red, ashamed and nerves hot and thumping!
I am wondering, if I can get access to that art-sheet, I can make something out of it, or maybe I should just make a replica of that spilled sheet. That will surely, put a smile on her face like it always did, when I acted like a mess!
After The painting competition, I noticed she lived in my neighborhood! And that surprised me, because I never miss a beautiful face. Sometimes we crossed paths, took the same bus or de-boarded at the same stop. Few days after, she and I ended up in the same tuition center for the same subject, and I will always be grateful to ‘Mathematics’ for being so hard on me! I used to sit just behind her, diagonally opposite, to catch her perfect glimpse and in no time, math became the secondary reason to attend the classes. In a Parallel universe, I was discovering my soul-mate, she was so into herself, never talked much, and even when poked around, she would just smile and leave. Wow! The mysterious character added the extra bit of attraction, and I now instantly fell in love with her. I started attending the extra sessions with her, on Sunday mornings when I was supposed to be at the ground playing cricket with my pals! That is enough to explain the gravity of the situation.
She was just another beautiful girl, with this amazing captivating smile and the eyes that speak more than she ever did, when I first saw her at the St. Mary’s annual painting competition. She was sitting just next to me, and boy wasn’t I out of my mind this whole time? The competition had already lost its meaning. I was rather conscious to make a good impression, act like a cool guy and make some kind of heroic gesture. And that’s when the ‘Epic Fail’ incident happened. I reacted over a wrong color selection (as if I was a professional!), hurling a fist down on the desk that spill the water over my team mate’s art sheet. He was so into this and worked so minutely for 1:35mins and I, just to get her attention, spoiled everything for him. Luckily, he wasn’t that mad, he just threw a punch at my face. So, yes I got her attention at the lowest minutes of life and pride. Red, ashamed and nerves hot and thumping!
I am wondering, if I can get access to that art-sheet, I can make something out of it, or maybe I should just make a replica of that spilled sheet. That will surely, put a smile on her face like it always did, when I acted like a mess!
After The painting competition, I noticed she lived in my neighborhood! And that surprised me, because I never miss a beautiful face. Sometimes we crossed paths, took the same bus or de-boarded at the same stop. Few days after, she and I ended up in the same tuition center for the same subject, and I will always be grateful to ‘Mathematics’ for being so hard on me! I used to sit just behind her, diagonally opposite, to catch her perfect glimpse and in no time, math became the secondary reason to attend the classes. In a Parallel universe, I was discovering my soul-mate, she was so into herself, never talked much, and even when poked around, she would just smile and leave. Wow! The mysterious character added the extra bit of attraction, and I now instantly fell in love with her. I started attending the extra sessions with her, on Sunday mornings when I was supposed to be at the ground playing cricket with my pals! That is enough to explain the gravity of the situation.
Oh wait! I can take her to that ’10-minutes walk’ that changed our lives! That was extremely embarrassing for me back then, and I hope it gets no better this time. I want to be locked into this perfect fall.
It was the end of the classes, last day; I realized I won’t
get another chance to talk to her, damn! I won’t get a chance even to stare at
her! I had to do something. Should I talk to her now? And a li’l sensible guy
inside screamed, “Are you mad? Your friends are around, and they are not angels
in any sense.” Well the little guy was right, I could have faced at least
another year of taunts and traumatic replication of the move I was about to
make. I kept my cool and waited for the class to end.
Out of option, I said to my mates to go ahead, I had something to take care of! And Even though the fish was as stinky as it smelled, the guys left without questioning (I have no idea why?). She was always the last girl to walk out of the class, with the side bag complementing her and slow calculated steps giving her the unmatched level of dignity. She was like a princess walking in plain clothes.
I followed her for a while, few steps behind her, like a stalker, admiring her! After few moments I gained that courage and walked up to her. With complete confidence and unshakable will, I started the conversation.
Out of option, I said to my mates to go ahead, I had something to take care of! And Even though the fish was as stinky as it smelled, the guys left without questioning (I have no idea why?). She was always the last girl to walk out of the class, with the side bag complementing her and slow calculated steps giving her the unmatched level of dignity. She was like a princess walking in plain clothes.
I followed her for a while, few steps behind her, like a stalker, admiring her! After few moments I gained that courage and walked up to her. With complete confidence and unshakable will, I started the conversation.
Me: “Hi!”
She: (bewildered yet composed!) “Hey?
Me: “I just saw you waking down alone, thought to give you
some company! That’s alright? “
She: “oh! Yes absolutely.”
Me: (wondering she will say something!). (Silence)
she: (wondering I will say something!). (Her usual self!)
………….
Me: (wondering she will say something!). (Silence)
she: (wondering I will say something!). (Her usual self!)
………….
………….
The silence broke my confidence. I tried to keep up the conversation.
me: “ so, how’s it going? How’s life?”
She: “good! Everything is great! (I am sure she was like, “where did that come from? “).
me: “ so, how’s it going? How’s life?”
She: “good! Everything is great! (I am sure she was like, “where did that come from? “).
Me: (again out of words! Started to babble-out the truth ) “You
know I wanted to talk to you for a really long time.. should I buy you
something, I can’t believe I am actually talking to you.. I don’t know how to
put this! Etc etc.. “
She saw me, heard me, and after realizing what’s going on,
she tried to calm me a bit. It took me a while to stop making fool out of
myself, while she diverted the topic to studies and how things are falling
apart right now with the examinations approaching! She left me her number when
we hit the end of the road, asked me to stay in touch, she will need a lot of
help with her studies.
“I got her Number? Did I just talk to her? No no no no, this is not happening, not true, just a dream! “
when the senses returned to normal, I realized that indeed, the day existed!
And in No time, we became best of buds, starting from just “hi dear!” at the beginning and ending up in blank messages that actually had some meaning. Everything made sense in this relationship. She took care of me and I took care of her.
Maybe I should give a companion for her teddy “Mr. fluffy”, this valentine’s, like she has been mine for years. And girls do adore teddy bears, we all know that! That way, Mr. fluffy could take care of my girl on my behalf and Ms. Fluff can take care of him. That will be sweet.
Yes, you heard it right. Mr. fluffy is a soft toy that takes care of her. It has become the symbol of our first fight. Nasty, yet memorable! Our relationship grew over years, whenever she left for a while that made me unhappy, the same was with her! I taught her to stand for herself, and she taught me to bow down a little when you value your relations! She was no more an unsolved mystery for me, but she grew up into an enigma. She loved me, n I just can’t help but to fall for her all over again, everyday!
But things came to halt one day! My ego and my prophecies overcame those emotions. It was a day out with her on our first anniversary together; we were enjoying the chirps, and the exquisite colors of life, when suddenly she asked me a question, “will we remain together, all through are life?” a certain answer was a perfect nod and a promising “yes, Always!” But, I didn’t want to promise my soul-mate to believe in something that I cannot provide. I said nothing, she understood! That was the depth of our understanding. That should have been it! The same day I gifted her “Mr. fluffy”, at night, I said, “even, if I am not there, Mr. fluffy will take care of you! “, she frowned upon this. She knew what I meant! We fought all through the night, and the best thing about this was that even the fight reflected what we shared. After few days, we settled for no assurance still togetherness as long as possible. She helped me fight my fears out.
“I got her Number? Did I just talk to her? No no no no, this is not happening, not true, just a dream! “
when the senses returned to normal, I realized that indeed, the day existed!
And in No time, we became best of buds, starting from just “hi dear!” at the beginning and ending up in blank messages that actually had some meaning. Everything made sense in this relationship. She took care of me and I took care of her.
Maybe I should give a companion for her teddy “Mr. fluffy”, this valentine’s, like she has been mine for years. And girls do adore teddy bears, we all know that! That way, Mr. fluffy could take care of my girl on my behalf and Ms. Fluff can take care of him. That will be sweet.
Yes, you heard it right. Mr. fluffy is a soft toy that takes care of her. It has become the symbol of our first fight. Nasty, yet memorable! Our relationship grew over years, whenever she left for a while that made me unhappy, the same was with her! I taught her to stand for herself, and she taught me to bow down a little when you value your relations! She was no more an unsolved mystery for me, but she grew up into an enigma. She loved me, n I just can’t help but to fall for her all over again, everyday!
But things came to halt one day! My ego and my prophecies overcame those emotions. It was a day out with her on our first anniversary together; we were enjoying the chirps, and the exquisite colors of life, when suddenly she asked me a question, “will we remain together, all through are life?” a certain answer was a perfect nod and a promising “yes, Always!” But, I didn’t want to promise my soul-mate to believe in something that I cannot provide. I said nothing, she understood! That was the depth of our understanding. That should have been it! The same day I gifted her “Mr. fluffy”, at night, I said, “even, if I am not there, Mr. fluffy will take care of you! “, she frowned upon this. She knew what I meant! We fought all through the night, and the best thing about this was that even the fight reflected what we shared. After few days, we settled for no assurance still togetherness as long as possible. She helped me fight my fears out.
God! Its late, she will be here any moment, I should get
some yellow roses too. Everything is still incomplete! She will be mad if she
sees me on my computer. Something feels missing. What is it? What is it?
*bell-rings* she is here, I believe. Okay! I am sexy and I know it! Be confident. Be confident.
*bell-rings* she is here, I believe. Okay! I am sexy and I know it! Be confident. Be confident.
*opens the door*… “hey sweetheart, Happy valentine’s day!”. She is a different girl. And all of a sudden, I realized what was missing all this while, it was she herself“.
This girl at the door is my girlfriend and she needs those
red roses not the yellow ones. The yellow roses are for my best friend, my
soul-mate. My soul-mate who already met her soul mate before she met me! The reason,
why I cannot assure that togetherness forever! And the reason why, Mr. fluffy
had to take over my place. Indeed everything was incomplete.
“What happened? Say something?” she said, I hugged her and
while lost in the memories of my best bud, I said “I miss you, Happy valentine’s
day!”.
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