she hides herself behind those glasses with that god forsaken smile. i notice her even in a crowd is this a coincidence or my senses keep playing games with my head, my field of view just limits itself to her. i don't know if she notices me or not, well does it matter? i think this line through every time i walk away from her. i belittle myself, i criticize every aspect of this life of mine.
i guess i prefer loneliness over company, is it just me or others are like this too.well idk you can tell me by commenting down below.
well i think that she would understand me, even though i didn't know her so well. i feel so close to her that sometimes i am so infatuated about talking to her it give me creeps and my heart starts racing.
well i think that she would understand me, even though i didn't know her so well. i feel so close to her that sometimes i am so infatuated about talking to her it give me creeps and my heart starts racing.
they say i am a fool, well i agree too, see i haven't talked to her in real life, i don't have the guts to face her. i feel that i will make her hate me just by showing my face or opening my mouth or just by whispering. every time i see her on those pathways and roads out of instinct or what you call intuition my legs move themselves and take a diff course altogether just so i don't have to face her.
they say, by they i mean my so called friends that she is not that beautiful as i imagine or perceive her to be, but like in the story of "beauty and the beast "she loved him because of how his heart was, i kind of feel that she is a kind hearten and a lovely person from the inside as she is from the outside.i am a hopeless romantic you can say and you can tell after reading this i guess, well i'll leave it to you anyway.
am i making a mess, i am confusing you ryt. so lets go slowly
well i may have gone overboard here i keep telling about how she is, and i haven't even told you how and when i first saw her, you'll have to work it out with"saw" cause i haven't met her in person, sorry my bad. i guess your main protagonist here is kind of a little man in big pants.
well i may have gone overboard here i keep telling about how she is, and i haven't even told you how and when i first saw her, you'll have to work it out with"saw" cause i haven't met her in person, sorry my bad. i guess your main protagonist here is kind of a little man in big pants.
well it all happened on my first day in college , well that board/ hoarding infront of the main gate proclaims in bold letters "SMILE YOU ARE AT NITJ CAMPUS", well you do smile the first time you see that board, but your parents smile more than you. i am not cynical of that board or that line itself but you see lies will be lies , it's an enigma code signifying the brutality you will face on the face of earth as long as you stay here. enough about that board some of you might be accusing me in your head "does this guy know what he is talking about", believe me i don't know and i don't wanna know. don't waste your words on this, i am just giving a perception of my stay till now, i think it may change with time. well i guess at the end even i will be thankful of this god damn clg.
so lets move on where was i, yeah that it was my first day of class i was a little nervous( a little in a teenage boys life signifies more than you think) i had already met one of my first classmates he was my neighbor somehow it turned out to be good, cause that day while i was locking my dorm room i met him in the same where many of my memories of that hostel are incapacitated, there on he was also locking his door, so kind of introduced myself and asked his class as he spoke "my adrenaline rush came to a halt" i was so glad i found someone of my class, i started brimming with confidence as we both walked towards our class. you know those sometimes when you just want to run from a scene, i am not talking about that criminal kind of situation, a situation where you feel everybody is staring at you and you try to avoid every as much as possible you hope you were invisible that was the time for me when i entered the class, if i was the engineer who designed that classroom you should at least provide one door at the back of the class for us shy people. anyway i hope that guy is not reading this. we both entered the class and directly went to the last row and i sat without making eye contact with anyone in particular. well sometime soon the class started, i dont remember correctly but it was a managements class or a cp class but i remember that our teacher gave us a warm welcome, and started by choosing a CR. she wanted one girl and one boy, but as they say men will be men , it also holds true for boys. not one of us showed that kind of enthusiasm of becoming the CR. sorry i forgot to talk about the word CR like many of you it also struck me quite well i heard it first time in my life in that class only but my mind went into my subconscious dictionary and started creating a full form, and it was right to the mark. this word still bugs cause i have said and heard it so many times it feels like a subject of my course here in college, anyway pardon my dumbness, but after the teacher anounced that she will take volunteers for it, the thought struck my mind should i raise my hand or not, this dilemma kept increasing and went into becoming an adrenaline rush and my confidence fell from mt everest to the bottom of dead sea, graph was a proper exponential one, anyway there were only two volunteers both were girls.
first one introduced herself she was i guess still a little away from me in another row so as you already have a little knowledge about my shy nature, i didn't turn back but others did, then came the second girls chance or may i say "her" chance. she was as fluent as one can be her language perfection was great i give credit who speak english with their natural accent and hers was one i couldn't help but noticing so i tilted my head still keeping it low i turned on the volume coming into my head through my ears, i wanted to catch her name after i caught a glimpse of her as she was beside the window ,the glass of the window was shining the light at her face, she was what you say "you don't say" gorgeous. who is she my mind started throwing questions into my subconscious mind like people put questions on QUORA, they were regularly highlighted and a line was left under them to write the answers, "the answers i am still trying to find". that moment when i saw her face covered with those beautiful hairs i forgot everything and my inner self shouted inside me you found her dude. and then she said her name it was.........S.
