I don’t quite agree with this principle. I mean if someone in your life passes in your childhood and 10 years later everyone tells you that “he was the noblest, most charming person they met”, it hurts to not know him. So my faith in the aforementioned quote is shallow. However, sometimes we witness events that makes us believe that it isn’t so.
One of such happened with my friend Ted who wanted to become a cricketer and then he wanted to be an actor. One day he came to visit me. He had grown beard, looked all pale and withered, like something bad, really bad happened in his life. I hadn’t talked to him due to my finals. So I was unaware of his life’s situation. We started talking but he kept his silence and then he asked to sleepover. At 11:00 we went to our beds, I dim the light and as I turned to sleep, he spoke –
“I knew her from 11th, when she first walked through our schools corridor I knew that she was something special. To this day I remember what happened then. Whole school was erupted in pursuit to see a glimpse of her beauty. She was wearing a blue sleeveless dress. I swear to god, I was gone and so were my fellow classmates. Everyone in our school from 2nd graders to PGT teachers were out, of course boys! For me “that’s awkward!” but I myself was out to see her. Few girls from our class went to meet the reason of this crisis. They were just a little jealous to be frank. And once in my life god listened to my prayer – she got admission in my section. I have never been so happy and nervous at the same time.
Days passed but she didn’t show up. Some said she transferred, but 6 days later when I came to school, there she was sitting in the front row, laughing with her newly bonded cluster. I mean everybody wanted a piece of her. Our state is always under the cloud belt, so unexpected rain wasn’t something new. It was dark outside and those lighting thunders made it a complete memorable day. When our economics’ teacher asked her to introduce herself, I heard the sweetest voice of my life. In that cherubic voice she spoke “Hello, my name is Stella”. The class erupted to greet her back; I however was looking out of the window, admiring the dark clouds and the louring sky. In a few days she became the undisputable queen of the school. Her style was something everyone drooled on, her perfectly curled hair with a slighter light shades near the ends, perfectly pressed uniforms and always fresh looking gorgeous face. But most importantly what made the difference was the sparkly red lipstick she used. You just can’t resist the thought of kissing them. She became friends with everyone except me. She didn’t come to meet me. When I asked one of her friend, she said Stella thought you were “arrogant, selfish bastard!” and the reason for that was the first day. I wasn’t very welcoming and didn’t even say “Hello” to her. So I decided to see her and clear some air between us.
On the following day I confronted her, in the end she said “We’re Cool!”. I sat behind her desk and day by day my passion for her grew stronger. A year passed and in the fall of 2008 it reached its limit. It was the festive season and we were in the last year of our school life. One day I dreamt “After 4 years in college we were married and lived happily ever after”. I mean I don’t have a financial problem, my sister had a love marriage which is successful and my parents are cool about it. What could’ve gone wrong!
I got the answer the very next day. It was a celebration time as one of our teachers was retiring and we being the seniors were supposed to organize a farewell function. It took only one look at her and I just couldn’t control myself. I went up on stage and sang a song about love which I composed myself. Everyone appreciated it, well she did too! She came to me and praised how versatile I was. Then……..
I said “I love you!”…
CONTINUED......
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