It was a cold December morning. The dew from the night was melting and slowly streaming down the leaves. The coldness of the time, that stops for none, could be seen on the sleepy tired faces of the students who were now frantically revising their topics fifteen minutes before their first exam of the semester.
He wasn't able to study much for this exam, or eat or sleep properly. Infatuation can prove to be very intoxicating, or as was in his case very disrupting too. But for the first time in his career as a student, he was not nervous on the exam day. Well, you need to be thinking about a thing in order to be nervous about it. But he was nervous, not about how he will clear that much-dreaded Mechanics paper but about that beautiful face that had mesmerized him, alluded his sleep and had controlled his senses for months now.
After much peeking into the alleys of her college, he finally saw her. Sitting on the green grass of the lawn with her group of friends, she was reading her notes. From behind a tree, he stared at her long and hard enough to make her notice him. He quickly hid behind the tree as their eyes met for the first of the many times to come. He continued noticing her, although more discreetly, from behind the branches of the tree.
He was so lost in her beauty that he missed the examination bell and it was only when she got up and went inside that he realized that his mechanics paper has started.
She had forgotten to take her notebook with her, which was now in his hands. The hands that slowly caressed the book as if he was touching her smooth, spotless skin. It was hard for him to part with that book.
"Hey", he said nervously, with that book in his quivering right hand.
"I have put something in the book for you to read, please do it when you are alone"
It wasn't new for her to receive such sudden affections from boys. After all, she was beautiful and every thing beautiful has to pay the price of being so, someday. She knew how to handle these displays of love for it had been years she had been "loved" by boys.
With the intention to break his day-dreams, she opened the book. After ruffling through few pages, she came upon a white sheet of paper, folded neatly along with the fresh rose petals. As she opened the sheet, he could see her eyes that resembled the beautiful calm green of the lake that he had once seen, turn into the red of ire.
She - in her bedroom, her locks caressing her back, hand placing the few strands that covered her face behind her ears.
She - in her garden, dressed in pristine white, dancing wet in the water from sprinkler, hands raised above her head in pure joy, her waist swaying.
She - in her college, with her friends, with her cats, and she at every place she loved to spend her time at.
For him, these photos were his evidence of love for her.
For her, they were the invasion of her privacy, of the life, which she held close to her heart, open to only few lucky mortals.
Love is so potent a drug, that it can turn a glimmer of hope into a goblet of optimism. And he, well let's just say, had too many of those goblets.
But as often happens, optimism concludes in the introduction of more pessimism. His evidences of "love", were now in pieces on the ground. She was aghast, disgusted and repulsed.
She started the maelstrom that would eventually change the course of her life....
He wasn't able to study much for this exam, or eat or sleep properly. Infatuation can prove to be very intoxicating, or as was in his case very disrupting too. But for the first time in his career as a student, he was not nervous on the exam day. Well, you need to be thinking about a thing in order to be nervous about it. But he was nervous, not about how he will clear that much-dreaded Mechanics paper but about that beautiful face that had mesmerized him, alluded his sleep and had controlled his senses for months now.
After much peeking into the alleys of her college, he finally saw her. Sitting on the green grass of the lawn with her group of friends, she was reading her notes. From behind a tree, he stared at her long and hard enough to make her notice him. He quickly hid behind the tree as their eyes met for the first of the many times to come. He continued noticing her, although more discreetly, from behind the branches of the tree.
He was so lost in her beauty that he missed the examination bell and it was only when she got up and went inside that he realized that his mechanics paper has started.
She had forgotten to take her notebook with her, which was now in his hands. The hands that slowly caressed the book as if he was touching her smooth, spotless skin. It was hard for him to part with that book.
"Hey", he said nervously, with that book in his quivering right hand.
"I have put something in the book for you to read, please do it when you are alone"
It wasn't new for her to receive such sudden affections from boys. After all, she was beautiful and every thing beautiful has to pay the price of being so, someday. She knew how to handle these displays of love for it had been years she had been "loved" by boys.
With the intention to break his day-dreams, she opened the book. After ruffling through few pages, she came upon a white sheet of paper, folded neatly along with the fresh rose petals. As she opened the sheet, he could see her eyes that resembled the beautiful calm green of the lake that he had once seen, turn into the red of ire.
She - in her bedroom, her locks caressing her back, hand placing the few strands that covered her face behind her ears.
She - in her garden, dressed in pristine white, dancing wet in the water from sprinkler, hands raised above her head in pure joy, her waist swaying.
She - in her college, with her friends, with her cats, and she at every place she loved to spend her time at.
For him, these photos were his evidence of love for her.
For her, they were the invasion of her privacy, of the life, which she held close to her heart, open to only few lucky mortals.
Love is so potent a drug, that it can turn a glimmer of hope into a goblet of optimism. And he, well let's just say, had too many of those goblets.
But as often happens, optimism concludes in the introduction of more pessimism. His evidences of "love", were now in pieces on the ground. She was aghast, disgusted and repulsed.
She started the maelstrom that would eventually change the course of her life....
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