Oodles of sweat oozed from beneath the layers of my epidermis as I bent myself in postures my physique would permit, in a bid for the best shot (if you would pardon the pun) of the bedazzling debate on stage. Capturing the sound and fury on lens wasn’t an easy task. Despite the air-conditioning, my sweat glands seemed to be on overdrive – the proof being a drenched Alen Solly shirt that haplessly clung onto my upper-torso like a soiled superhero jacket. Perspiration. Exhaustion. Fatigue. And you thought organizing a debate was as effortless as a Dan Brown book! Four days of relentless work from coding a website from scratch in a harrowing two-hour deadline, to criss-crossing the city in a battered bike braving thundering typhoons to single-handedly transporting 30-odd wooden chairs – I (happily) bore the brunt of it all! πŸ™‚ And I rightly needed a sound sleep.

Even so, with suppressed weariness, I put my best foot forward, struggling with the minimal manual controls for the camera, in pursuit of that drop-of-the-hat Kodak moment. πŸ˜€ The bodily compulsions of aggravated metabolism rates notwithstanding, I achieved nominal success. Outstretched arms of angst, eyes burning with passion, menacing expressions that hid deep loathe – I had them all in the memory card. I hadn’t lost my touch, yet! πŸ˜€

As I was deftly trying to capture a dodgy frame of a vociferous (female) debator, my friend, a co-organizer, ran to me, phone in hand. The eclectic music collection in my phone became solace to his music-starved self – he had to listen to a particular track at that very instant and had grabbed away my phone a few minutes ago. My phone vibrated nonchalently in his outstretched hand a contact image flashed on the screen. –Β  an image I’ve always loved and adored. The green top, the curly hair, the smiling face. Involuntarily, I smiled in recognition.

It was her.

Almost as if in reflex, I grabbed the phone and sprinted over to a corner of the hall. I’d called her a fewΒ  minutes back, knowing she’d be on her way back home, after aΒ  seminar elsewhere. She couldn’t take my call then and had called back. I almost felt ecstatic as I’d listened to that chirpy “Hello”. I’d started listening to a particular program on FM, just because the RJ”s voice had a striking similarity to her voice!! For a couple of instants, I couldn’t utter anything – her voice had its charm, and I needed time to regain consciousness! πŸ˜› She appologized first for not being able to answer the call and said that she was on her way back home. My face lit in glee. I asked her where exactly she was at the moment and she answered that she’s close to the place where I was located. I commanded asked requested her to get down then and there! It was late, already and she protested – meekly though. On further insistance, she complied and said a YES!

I was the happiest dude in the planet!

Thrusting the camera to a girl who stood nearby, I bolted! Her voice was like a shot in the arm, I no longer felt any fatigue pulling me backward.Β  Dodging the crazy city traffic, cutting across roads, barely avoiding getting hit by huge trucks, I ran. I could feel my lungs puff out, but I couldn’t care lesser. When you’re in the quest to satiate your quenching heart, nothing else matters! πŸ˜€ 500 metres of sprinting, and I spotted her silhoutte from distance. She was resting by a wall near by the bus-stop, actually, sitting on its lower pedestal. I could feel my cheeks heat up as blood gushed up into my veins. I walked towards her, her face becoming clearer as I approached. She was gorgeous by her own right – the cynosure being her curly hair. At first, I never liked curly hair – even my hair was unbearably curly, but after meeting her for the first time, I started adoring it. It suited her perfectly, and accentuated the beauty of her angelic, round face – perfectly sculpted, like a skin-cream model. So were her jet-black eyes and neatly-threaded eyebrows. They emanated a powerful, charming, and equally disarming gaze. She hadn’t changed one bit, since our last meeting, a couple of weeks back. But, she’d chosen to wear one among the few salwar kameezes she owned. A pink-and-violet one. I’d seen it in pics, but never knew it’d suit her so well. She was lost in thought, and the expressionΒ  of her pensive face was quite delightful, indeed!

I went close to her and muttered a quick “Hello!”. She gazed up at me and graced me with the best one of many brilliant smiles. Her smiles were again, the BEST, I’d seen. So mind-blowingly-awesome. I almost lost balance and fell down on the road. The two of us gazed knowingly at each other for, probably, and extra-long second, and we walked together. I was reminded of our first ‘walking the talk’, a year back. It was our first meeting and the walk was pretty long – it still remained etched in the portals of my mind.

Having not had a proper conversation for over a month now, we chit chatted all the way. I talked as she listened and interacted. That was another thing I’d loved about her. She was the perfect listener. I loved to gaze deep into her jet black eyes as she listened intently to whatever I said. She was tired from an extra-boring seminar and was worried whether parents would scold her for being late. Yet, she forgot her blues for me, and listened intently. πŸ˜€ I told her about my gaffes with booking the CAT Slots, and surprisingly, she too had done the same! πŸ˜› Her eyes grew wide with surprise – it looked cuter now, I had to suppress my instinct to pinch her cheeks! I enlightened her about the procedures to be followed. I couldn’t help but keep staring at the jet black which peered deeply into mine! Nonetheless, I realized that the gaffe actually proved an opportunity – we could actually share seats in the same CAT train and actually give the exam together. I joked about that to her, and she playfully agreed! πŸ˜€

By that time, we’d actually reached the auto stand, and it was time for her to leave – it was pretty late by then. The realization that 15 minutes sped away fast took some time to dawn upon me. I badly wanted more of her time, and I had to restraint myself from asking her out (literally), this late. With some coaxing, she might give in, but it’d only cause untold problems at her place. Finding an auto for her and waving goodbye, I walked back to the hall, happiness and joy bustling within me in a fountainhead!

This time, I almost told how I felt for her, but a part of mine simply refused to. I’d missed out on a lot of opportunities that I had to make her feel how I felt, and it’s been more than a year, now! Maybe, I was afraid I’d lose my best friend to love! Or maybe, the time is not yet right.

But I’m sure, I’m drop dead sure it’s love! <3


Readers are requested to take the contents of this postΒ  literally.


Contrary to what you might’ve felt, this post is just a figment of my imagination. πŸ™‚ But it was too fictitious to be real, I still have vivid memories in my mind. I thought I’d write it down here. Forgot to mention that part when I posted it first. πŸ˜€

By hari

A twenty-something support engineer, web developer, blogger and journalist who makes the web a better place for a living, at Automattic. Immensely passionate about WordPress! Also loves books, music, movies, and drinking hot cups of coffee on rainy evenings. Dreams of writing a book, someday.


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