The who

    It was a scorching sunny day. I’ve been pretty uncomfortable to write my exam with all the perspiration due to the heat. It was too hard to solve all the questions in my accounts paper. There I was minding my own business. But suddenly I went blank; I was suddenly at peace. :why?: cos I just saw something which led me to a possibility that it may not even be a human. It was just too mesmerizing. Finally I arrived at a conclusion that it was a girl, a very gorgeous one too. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. It had never happened before. Because I’m not the kind of a guy who takes an extra second to admire a girl. But all my personal ego’s went out the window. This was the time my brain got switched off. Something else took over. It was the stupid heart that took over me. It was the cruelest substitute to a brain; which I came to learn later. Anyway. There she was writing her crappy math exam. I could see her all tensed and she just kept fiddling her short ebony hair. :Blink: I have now spent half an hour just looking at her. Now I look at my paper and it’s blank. But somehow I just didn’t seem to care about it. But I still made time to finish my exam quickly and spent the rest of the time admiring her.it was too late when it struck me; that my actions can be justified as that of a stalker. I didn’t care about it. The only thing I cared for was to live this particular moment as long as I possibly can. But it was too late. The villain rang and sent out it’s minions to collect the answer sheets and broke my moment. : Today I try my very best to forget that day but fail every time. I should’ve known. With such beauty come great disappointments. Anyway: The next day I enquired a mutual friend of her and mine. “She’s taken” he said. I tried my very best not to kneel on the floor, clasp my hands, cover my face and break into tears cos that would reveal my emotions for her in front of my friend. It turned out to be one of the longest days of life. I just couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

        One day I’m the happiest man on earth, the very next facing the worst plight of my whole life. None the less I learned to hide my feelings for her. But my stupid heart wanted to get to know her more. So I did. I was her secret admirer. I used the mutual friend as pigeon messenger. It turned out to be a very good idea. I gave one chocolate every day to the pigeon to be given to her. It went on for a while until she got pissed about the chocolates and wanted it to stop. My frail heart burst an artery. But I still didn’t give up. Inside the chocolate wrapper I placed a paper which read” Never doubt the trusted one; never trust the doubted one”. Things seemed to calm down. 

    Farewell came. The pigeon challenged me to reveal to her that I was her secret admirer. I somehow mustered up the courage to get her a gift. A small ceramic cup with a small dog looking out of it. Everything was set for me to give her the present. But I failed miserably so I asked the pigeon to give the gift tomorrow and to maintain the anonymity. The most awaited next day came. I asked the pigeon about the gift and it had been delivered and she liked it. I was so happy. When I was crossing the steps someone called out my name. It was her. She said “Thank you”. I said “What for?” Out came the deadly reply “For the GIFT” I enquired her, since when she had known that the secret admirer was me. “From the very beginning” she said. Turns out that the pigeon has blabbed everything from day 1. I said “You’re welcome. See you later. I just need to kill a pigeon”. While I was walking towards the pigeon to murder it and stage it as an accident. Something struck my mind.so far I looked at her like a complete stranger thinking I had the upper hand of being anonymous but now I had acted like a fool whenever she was around me. It was just embarrassing now that I think of It.: how could I’ve been so blind and foolish:  I changed my mind about killing the pigeon as it was my friend. 

    Days passed.I got her mobile number from the pigeon without her knowledge. I texted her with the same saying I gave her in that chocolate wrapper. She recognized that it was me. We started chatting that day and we’ve been chatting for three years and now she is my best friend. We always laugh when we talk about how I introduced myself, “Creepy and charming” she said. Till date I never told her about my love for her, though she was in and out at relationships with a guy. Every time I tell this story to someone they ask “Why haven’t you told her yet?”  I quote” She was lightning and I was thunder, the timing was always slightly off”. As years passed I think it’s best to leave things as they are between me and her which is platonic. This is the end my love story. . . . OR IS IT???