when i fell in love

It was my sophomore year. I was waiting for fresh new faces (girls obviously!) to arrive. As it happens, every pair of male eyeballs was on the hunt for a new chick. So were mine. Soon I struck gold, although, it was not until I passed the college I realized that she was much more than gold.

Long black hair, small round face, black framed rectangular spectacles, little dark in color, thin dark-pinkish lips, broad slender shoulders, and 5 feet 6 inches tall and skinny were some of the features that described her. In spite of being dark-skinned and wearing spectacles, she looked pretty (too pretty in fact!). Her face exhibited a charm that I had never seen before. There was something in her that attracted me. This is bad. You’ve knocked me over girl! Her designer spectacles, which were totally hiding the mascara, complemented her face with amazing perfection. A kohl-eyed beauty; Mani! You’ve got your prey. Her picturesque face got stored in my brain, by default.

Scan over. Target locked. Hunt began.

The interaction sessions helped. I could talk to her everyday. I made her laugh with my dumb jokes. Thanks to my friends for making me believe how disgusting my jokes could be! She smiled at my jokes. It was not just the lips, her smile came from within. Ah! There is no better feeling than making a pretty girl smile. The more she smiled, the dumber my jokes became. She seemed to love my jokes and as she smiled, even I relished them.

Her smile, her bloody smile got me addicted in a few days. Why the hell do girls smile? It became a drug to me. It was just a fortnight ago that I had met her and now the only thing my brain could picture was her. I knew this could disturb me. I knew I was the weaker magnet. No doubt, she would pull me if by any chance I happened to reach her magnetic field. I had to stop myself before the addiction transformed into a habit. Then I did. At least, I tried to.

Next day, I stopped spending time with her. Only a formal hi-bye talk existed. The dumb jokes stopped coming and she didn’t know what had happened. She waited 3 days before enquiring me about the sudden transition in my behavior. I gave her an absurd answer for the reason. She wasn’t convinced (neither was I!)

Everything was going on perfectly, what could have happened to him suddenly? She must have thought.

She kept asking and my answers became more ludicrous every day. At first she was enquiring, then she was insisting, and now she was demanding. This whole thing disturbed her and curiosity crept in. She was curious now and her curiosity led to frustration.

Finally, she called one night. Oh my god! It’s her! The call came as a surprise. Somehow, she managed to get my number and she had called. That one ‘hello’ of mine went on and on. Am I dreaming? Hell no! This is real. I’m talking to her! Neither of us realized how long we had been talking. When I hung up, the phone displayed ‘Call Summary 03:17:42’. Those three hours had vanished like three minutes. Freaking three hours and seventeen minutes! The digital display blinked 02:48 AM along with the ‘Battery Low’ warning. One tends to have sleepless nights when such things happen, but I had the best sleep ever that night. Although short, it was a wonderful sleep. Sweet dreams? Why not, of course!

The next morning was fresh and exciting like never before. I saw her at a distance later that day. She approached me (for the first time, I swear.) Every step she took was an hour to me. Wish I had a magnet to pull her, she’d fly to me! When our eyes met this time, it was a different feeling altogether. Her looks were wetted with fondness. Her already cheerful smile was now seasoned with affection. Her fingers no longer ran into each other. She stood straight, feeling comfortable in my presence. And so with each passing day, we knew each other better and liked each other more. Everything looked beautiful now. Yippee!

It was just the start of a new era, the era of good times (great times in fact!)