The Mirage Of Love - Part 3

    It was one of those rainy evenings. You know the ones during which you look to heavens and wonder if you are in the same city that burns at forty degrees during summer. There he was, his jeans rolled up above the ankles, shirt drenched, hopping over puddles of rainwater while covering his head with his bag. Just when he thought he had successfully crossed the puddle-field, his left leg felt wet. Yes, he was wrong. The last puddle did him in.
He was standing with his leg ankle-deep in muddy water. He was completely disgusted as if he had lost a battle,  his head down in shame. As he was picking up the pieces, he lifted his eyes and saw to his left in response to some giggles. There it was, the most beautiful view of his life, more mesmerizing than the lake he had once seen at his grandparent's place. 
  Beautiful hazel-green eyes, a smile that could even make statues come to life and freeze the living with awe. A few strands of wet hairs clung to her face and with a gentle motion of her hand she put them behind her ears. He was frozen. Still standing with his leg in that puddle, he felt his world had stopped for a moment. He had never seen something so beautiful, never had he been so awestruck. As she passed from his side, he took her smell with him in his heart. It was as if his heart had again started beating life into his soul which had been life-less for the past ten years. As she went out of his sight, he was no longer mad at that puddle for that puddle was now the cusp of his renewed life.
  For months to come, he used to regularly wait for her in front of her college gate. He would often miss his Manufacturing-301 class just to see get one glimpse of her, just to see her lovely pink lips opening up and giving way to a smile that could light up a million hearts. Whenever he could, he would try walking as close to her as possible. Not very close, fearing she might notice him, but close enough to admire her every gesture, every wink of the eye, every twirl of her hair.
  He was never a very outstanding student. He just managed to score enough to prevent his father's wrath and to quietly go around passing exams without getting much of the teacher's attention. It had been three months since that fateful day and he hadn't felt like she had ever noticed him. But they were about to meet. A meeting that none of them will ever forget...