“Dude, are you crying??” said Dev
“Nah, I’m fine”, I said
“I have known you long enough to understand your expressions man, tell me what happened!”
“It’s nothing man, all good ”
“It’s about her isn’t it? What did she say?”
“Come on; let’s go for a stroll near the acad building!!”
We moved out of our hostel, and walked towards the acad building. I looked up the night sky; the moon was hiding in the loft. It was a dark, Serene night as the luminous moon gleamed and the white twinkling stars gave harmony at the black, blue sky. We continued to walk in silence; the moon exposed half its face peering quietly listening to human movements. We passed the PMC (as the BITians call it being an abbreviation for Piya Milan Chawk) and then finally Dev spoke.
“What’s the issue Yaar?? Tell me something at least!!”
“Forget Mann dude! You have already spent too much time on her!”
“I love her.”
“ Bhai ghass bh nai daal rahi hai terko ! How long has it been? “
“Eight Years!! How can you keep on loving a single girl for eight years, jab wo tumko bhao bhi nai de rai hai ?
“ 😦 you wont understand man !! ”
I had been talking to her for over a year now, I had always been hinting that I still love her but, then we would talk as if we were just friends. I thought slowly and steadily, she had started to admire me and had finally fallen in love with me. We used to have night long calls these days, words naturally flowed out of my mouth and after talking for six hours on a go I didn’t remember a single topic from our talks. Finally on 13th November, 2011 at 4:29 am she said
“I love you too, come meet me baby.”
I was enthralled, I was experiencing moments of ecstasy and my eyes were surely gleaming with surprise. After eight long years, the moment had finally come I was bouncing with joy. I could hardly wait for until the morning.
But a lady’s fancy is very expeditious; it plummets from admiration to love, from love to s#it, in a moment.
“I am sorry!!
I just swayed away last night; I can’t talk to you now.
Best of luck for your future
Read Mann’s message from the next morning. It was like a Maserati had crashed into my chest and my broken heart dripped blood like oil leaking from wherever it is oil leaks from. My broken heart was still and for a moment, i only felt numbness. And then an anger and sadness surged through me with so much power, I knew not what to do. My heart stopped beating, for it had only beaten for her. My mind went black, as did my heart. It was like being trapped alone in the darkest abyss with a sword pierced through my heart. This broken heart was silent, it can’t be seen but the blood bleeds inside.
We returned back to our hostels and I went to sleep, but sleep had already abandoned my eyes. I lay back on my bed staring at the ceiling. Eight years it had been and I could still recall the first time I saw her, it seemed like yesterday. As the first soft ray of the golden yellow sun oozed across the turquoise sky, I walked down the street awaiting the spectacular awakening of this bee-hive – The golmuri market.
As I moved down the street I saw a young girl walking with a blithe gait. She was a treasure of purity and enlightenment. Her raven-black hair though short, cut in bob cut was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a twinkling, bright and seemed to brighten the world. Her slit-like eyes were a clouded hazel, and her thinly plucked eyebrows were shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the slight curve of her eye. A straight nose, full lips as red as rose – she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her.
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” Shakespeare’s sonnet flashed in front of my eyes.
I grant I never saw such a goddess, I not only lost my train of thought, I lost all coordination. I lost her in this bee-hive but she had already tickled my soul.
The next few weeks I came to the market many-a-times wishing to catch a glimpse of her. I just wished I could see this idyllic goddess just once but hard luck I never saw her again. Now the vacations were about to end and our new session was going to start. Another week of roaming in the market but I couldn’t see her again. Finally my school had reopened and I went to my new class “VII A”, sat on the first bench. The teacher started taking the attendance calling out the names,
“Present”, I responded
The teacher continued calling out the names and I sat on the bench still mesmerized by the beauty of my mystery girl.
“Present”, said a voice which sounded more pleasant than music. I turned around and there she was smiling. Our gazes met and locked, sweeping me out of reality on a tidal wave of emotion!!!!!!!