So finally I am able to convince Sudhir to go out with us
for a morning show in the multiplex just near our college. By the way I and
Anchita have to bunk college today so as to be able to hang out with Sudhir.
Well it is simple as it sounds, he is in morning shift and we are in the day
shift. So after college if he will have to wait for 4-5 hours, it is kind of
pointless and moreover I had so many questions in my head, Anchita was going to
get the answers for me today. So I feel after all it is a good enough bargain,
for me at least. Oh! What should I say? I am just so very impatient today.
By the way last night I dreamt about me and Sudhir. He was
coming towards me, giving his sweet smile, when suddenly someone comes in front
of me and blocks my view. It was so difficult to view past the person that
unwillingly I give up looking at Sudhir only to realize that Sudhir was not
coming towards me but was coming towards someone else, perhaps the shadow in
front of me is the only reason why he smiles so much. I know my dream was
disheartening, but I have a plan. Others say if one shares there dream with
others, the dream will never come true. So I simply share my stupid dream with
Anchita who seems to be having stomach ache hearing my 5-minute dream. How mean
of her! Yet I don’t mind it, as long as the dream doesn’t come true, my purpose
is solved. Well I can be a little clever at times as well.
But it is Anchita who chides me for being so naïve.
According to her I should at least be looking a little different, a little
special for Sudhir. But then if you go to see it my way, how will Sudhir react
if he sees that I am trying to be something I am not. And if there are any
chances for this guy to like me, I would prefer if he likes me the way I am and
not because of any sham or any artificial reason. Anyways this makes me wonder
why Anchita has taken so many pains to look so different and refreshingly fresh
today. Seems like the girl has a mission in mind and I hope that mission is to help
me in everyway possible. I wish her luck and success.
So finally inside the hall, I feel like I am a step closer
towards something I was so badly clinging onto. Well I did not let Sudhir pay
for all the tickets. It is unfair if you ask me. The guy himself is studying,
and not even working, nor is he a very good friend of ours (as of yet) that we
should ask him to pay on our behalf. So it is better to share and pay for our
own shares. So initially I decided I should be the one sitting between both of
my friends, but Anchita suggested we should let Sudhir sit in the middle, this will
help us gaze into his intentions more clearly. Well I must say for a girl like
Anchita who is always into books and studies, she seems to be quite smart as
well.
It was in the interval when I realized some of my other
friends from college have also come to watch the movie and since the hall was
practically empty at this hour in the morning, all my friends insisted that I
should sit with them. So I took Anchita aside and asked her if it was a good
idea if I leave them alone so that they can talk amongst themselves and if she
can get to know any better of him. Anchita readily agreed and that is the best
part about her, she never says no to me for anything. I hug her tight and leave
her to sit with Sudhir while I nervously go to sit with my friends, all the
time my fingers crossed so that something positive works out. And then instead
of the drama in front of my eyes, I end up with my 5-minute dream.
His smile makes me feel so shy and I just don’t know why. I so
wish he could come near me so I can hug him tightly. But his friends keep him
so busy and all we do is exchange glances, me blushing and he giving me his
radiant smile which seems to affect me so badly that my friends wonder if I have
gone mad or something. I so wish they could see and feel what I was feeling right
now. Stupid girls, I pray to God they get to feel the same way I am as soon as
possible. Let these hopeless nerdies fall in love too God. Oh yes, it does feel
like I am in love. So very much in love.
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