If I Had A Love Story - Chapter 12



Chapter 12

"Achh...hooo" I sneezed.

Drenching yourself in the rain also has its own effects apart from making me feel good and amazing.

Diya and I talked a lot that night as she hit me up with questions like how I had fallen in love with her. I felt the weight in my heart reduce slowly and I thanked God that she didn't react to it, at least not negatively.

"She loves me" "She loves me not" "She loves me" "She loves me not"...
I ripped the petals of the hibiscus I had plucked on the way. I didn't believe in such fortune telling stuff and still I was doing it. The climate was mild and the sun kept peeping out from the clouds. Diya was cladded in a pink top and a denim. She was looking too resplendent in it. I was wearing a blue T shirt that seemingly looked good on me but nowhere near hers (I badly need someone who could teach me fashion; finally I was worried about how I dressed). Her creamy cheeks outshined the sun that was playing hide and seek with us. I could hear her gleaming eyes talk as I remained transfixed by her elegant eyes, the eyes that her eyelids had been hiding all along. Perhaps it was her that made the sun hide behind the clouds in shame. I lost myself there for moments, lost in her.

"You look gorgeous" I complemented her.

She blushed.

I blushed as I saw her blush.

Her creamy cheeks had turned rosy then. We started walking towards the Kotturpuram gate chatting. Crossing, we made it to the other side of the road. Among the honks and traffic, we were still conversing getting our voices as loud as possible so that we were audible to each other.

Diya and I took our seats next to each other in one of the tables. We both ordered a tea each. The hot tea was served in few minutes. She blew the tea till it become lukewarm and took a sip. Her slender lips kissed the cup as she sipped the tea. My tea tasted so good, the best that I had in a while, her presence adding to its essence. Finishing our tea, I asked her if she wanted something else. She asked for an Oreo biscuit. I paid for them and we returned back to college.

Was it a date? Does she like me? I didn't know. I added them to the long list of questions whose answers I couldn't find out and was too afraid to ask. I had just proposed her. I didn't want to make any crazy assumptions plus I didn't have any mind reading psychic powers. You'll never know what's going inside a girl's mind. Don't go through the trouble of figuring it out, you would always be wrong. I preferred to leave it alone for now.

When she waved a bye and disappeared into her hostel, I was feeling ambivalent. I felt happy that I had spent time with her. Also I felt sad that I couldn't spend some more. I was opened up to an entirely new arena of feelings and emotions that I seldom knew existed.

Then there was a time, the first time I really pissed her out. It was me who had over reacted to a simple situation and been so impulsive, to be honest. I walked away from her (Yes, you read that right). Right after few minutes of our fight, I felt totally bad if not worse and was waiting for her so that I could apologize. The whole time I waited for her, I regretted myself for walking away from her in the first place. I got a present right on my left cheek (It really pained) from her for my wrongdoing that day. It wasn't embarrassing, I deserved it. After our little dispute, we were back together in no time. We could not be mad over each other for long, there was no ego in between us. It made me fall for her even harder. You realise the value of people when you lose them even if it's only for a moment. I was even more in love with her since then. 

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