So if you ever thought this was going to get monotonous think again! I am not here to satisfy your eager intimidating eyes for lust passion seduction and etc. nope. Well maybe a little but that doesn’t matter right now. So as I was saying if this story ever got boring for you, you can just stop reading because as long as the person who loves you for who you are is reading this, one’s heart is filled with great joy. So as teenagers what would they do? We did it otherwise. You see my commitment towards her was entirely different at the time. I was more like a good friend because I started to release my craziness on her. Bit by bit. Turn her into a psycho like me. Proud to say so I did. So how would you define craziness, no not any wake up Sid or ek mein aur ek tu types. I wish it would have happened that way but that would be like so filmy. We don’t have to depend on an idea from a movie to be crazy we discovered our own crazy attitude and life. It was mainly related to bitching about other people and talking all types of shit and tripping on each other, pointing out those silly mistakes which no one else does and my crazy obsession with the gudius maximus of the marwadi cult. I just go all out crazy about it ok I can’t help to notice that their tight jeans and the way they move, hot damn. This was the beginning stages of what happened to become the most amazing mutual relationship anyone would write about or would make a movie on. But things were never constant. No matter how much we would chat on the phone back at the institution it would be silence and the same contact like how I used to previously. But still now with an extra hint in our heads that behind these educational reformed clothes we are more to each other than meets the eye. A certain smile would come on my glum criminal like face out of nowhere which I would later realize, it just came and I never noticed but she did and she was on the other line of the phone. Human connection I tell you. So to point out that I had to do what I had to I had to be open to her about everything. There was nothing holding me back I didn’t want to lie to her because I had the full liberty to bullshit because she didn’t know me that well but honestly there was nothing to lie for. If I had to make a friend and gain their trust why stick to my evil deed past and start off as a fresh leaf with a dark patch. No man that’s ridiculous. Being open to her opened me and my heart a bit that I could look into people and see that they really are. Apart from that my dark past which included alcoholism and smokiness was completely erased because I didn’t have to lie anymore or had to steal any money. It changed me completely and I revealed all my problems and so did she bit by bit. The small showcasing of “don’t tell this to anybody you promise”, really brought out the trust factor that yes in this relationship we could tell about ourselves a bit more. In a way I was happy and I don’t know what was she thinking then about how she could trust me but I lived up to my priority of never breaking her trust. Touch wood. Yes I’m a bit superstitious when it comes to the people I love I kind of get a bit sentimental. But the true meaning of trust was highlighted at one changing state, that evening at about 7 pm where I closed my doors and was circling around in the room sitting at each corner sitting on the bed on the chair talking to her explaining her being there for her brought out a combination package which was it. Tune in for more.
The day past by and the chemical personifications in my head increasingly were becoming a rattling disturbance in my head. Too many English top class words? Sorry about that just get carried away sometimes. The day was an event with many people coming meeting their buddies and socializing and so on, the girls trying to be as sexy as they can and the guys sticking with their girls to show or brand themselves as a status symbol. Out of the entire jungle of the event here we are she is now wearing a black dress and is in a hurry to feed her little sister to buy her some ice- cream of some sorts or whatever while me and my crazy friend were bugging her and talking and teasing a so person with her. But teasing that so person thinking that she is so going to be mine I was in for a rude awakening that the dude was actually according to our teasing predictions was in a relationship with her. I felt like breaking someone’s neck and running three times around it. You could say the teenage hormones were extreme at the point but hey they have to count for something right? Okay this is not the part where I go into a depression and stop talking to her or look at her face you cheap bunch of Andhra Romeos. Nope that isn’t my basic sense of ideologies. Okay fine they are together but at least my mission got accomplished of attaining her number. I got an upper hand of actually knowing the gal before committing. But that grim fate was destined it may have been at the cost of so many things but you could say that could be in the chain of events which was happening or which were going to happen. You could laud at that but I scrammed back home and took out my Nokia 5230 and texted the number immediately. I got a “hi” with a smiley face and the texts went on and the part of her telling me that her dad passed away it kind of struck me to reply “that I am sorry about that” but with heart I sent her a poem to give her a hint that this dude Is something different someone she has never come across a rare breed an “item”! I don’t know what her reaction would be but from that day on I found somebody who could just be crazy and crazier than me. But then again after seeing her beauty I had a small little stalking on Facebook and I was blown away. It’s like a different avatar when she looks sexy in her educational reforming clothes and the clothes she wears outside. Every morning I would begin my day with her smiley face as I would arrive at the institution. Those thin legs crazy pumpkin shaped head and that big smile on her face and the other time where I would catch her alone guarding the door of her mates where a brief conversation would happen. Yes they could be called as shy or short conversations but honestly our relation was just up to that level. The perfect abbreviation you could use would be the “hi, hello friends”. No there was no crush then. It had died down supposedly. But the arousal of friendship was soon to happen. What if I had mentioned or will mention in the next episode that two people created their own world where they took the positives and the realities from that world and shaped their lives for the better? That is true and possible and I pursue it even now with an added tinge of red to it. The real highlight of human bond and to actually think they lived differently but it was just plain simple, people see their lives filled up with so many unnecessary complications that they forget to be simple human beings.
It would be very hard to avoid a disturbing distraction to your eyes during an event and it so happens to be this ugly female who looks beautiful in a yellow flowery top and blue jeans and her smile shining like the morning sun or any other acronym you could pitch in. But the feeling or the voice in your head saying “man, how the hell did you think she was ugly”? Not ugly as in a girl with glasses, dresses like a geek or with pimples or a mole; that’s called being a human. Yes she’s something else. So here I am with my crazy friend passing by her through all directions and she’s just standing right there just to be seen. But apart from the sentimental love story that you would expect, this would be more of a revolutionizing one. Because here there is no falling in love or love at first sight. No brothers, sisters and other mammals it is a curious case of how one experiences life with a person, both changing each other’s life and coming to the point that no matter how many people they have had issues with or gone out with the obvious thing is such. They find each other to be the right partner and who they love the most. You see it’s no cheesy tale like how you would have imagined it to be. But then again how could you not for that smile and that amazing personality of hers. But back to being as hard as a rock we put in the intimate details later on. The tale that begins couldn’t have started off in a different manner like how I wanted it to be. Well honestly I did have a crush on her. That explains the obnoxious visits to her mates and just feeling so compelled to tell a “hi”, “sup, how you doing? That made my day. But anyway it was a strange attraction because we were mixed together and that’s how we became friends. There was no intention or any secret crush or a method to get her attention… I was this down rat grumpy unknown entity and she was this different yet unseen beauty who looked kind of ugly before I saw the beauty. But any way her ugliness I would say would be her sexiness. Because as we all know she’s sexy in her own way, so is every other gal. I’m a feminist. So here we go with the usual interactions. But the first interaction after meeting that yellow flowery topped girl with blue jeans was to actually get in contact with her. There was no time that I thought that I would ever have any feelings for her in the future, thank god for that if I would have I wouldn’t have been in the situation where I would be right now. The second time during a big event was the “d-day” because it was a secret op, yet a cute mission to take her phone and put in my number or takes her number. I guess she would remember better if she was reading this. But I did get her number and that was like the day where in my head there was a “oh my god I got her number yeah I got her number ooh yeah I got her number”. But what came after that just changed fate itself.