August 26 -

The birth date of an Indian noble - Mother Teresa. I respect her. But I swear on the mother of all God’s. I am not going to talk about her.

It’s about another women who changed me. In-fact women has the power to transform any complex structure into a cotton candy. In my case it was a girl. Now the story lies half way with too much of space and time filling in. Lets rewind and reload little bit. First year of college was really a lively part of my life. When my innocence and adolescence blended with new colours and concepts, my moral sense went crazy.


And just when your enthusiasm grows, a gentle breeze will kiss you and make you go for your first move. And yes, this girl was a subtle spice who added a tinge of variation to my life.


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Not that great for the first look. Little reserved looking, blunt nose, straight ears and funny figure. People say first impression is the best one. But its just our perception. And my perception for her was poor.

I got bp when I saw her dp. No offence. (joke)

Then how? you may wonder!


Everything we know is what we acquire from our early days. It’s what we cultivate and nurture slowly. More than falling for her I fell for the process of falling for her. As days progresses filmy friends and awkward acquaintance drove me more into the concept of crush than the real inner calling. But, the zing never happens without a spur. Of course she was one of a kind. I never knew or tried to learn about her, but just with the feeling of being loved, I came around her material manifestations like a crazy centripetal ball.


Slowly her reserved looks opened up, I saw new dimensions which was partially in sync with my phase. The more I tried to impress, the more desirable she became.

Her bluntness pierced my sight as sharp as her statements. In total she became a perfect portrait.


And yes the day came. The day I proposed her. More than her response, more than her thought, I was worried about my exaggerated expression to propose her. She said no, but that did not affect me. The real bond of discovering love or making a person feel missed was completely absent. Now, I really feel awkward for doing that.


I wish to turn time and astral travel into her and feel her reaction or to make her say yes.

The only thing I knew about her was MILO. When my classmates were hanging out with her, I felt jealous. More than a simple persona, I perceived the wrong way.


This is what cupid loves to do with immature kids like me.


Well, I am not a kid anymore. I had my turn of games. Some close ones and some passing clouds. But none brought back the innocence. Things are more rational and practical now. Only she had the power to bend rationality and spread imagination dipped with romance. (May be exaggeration, never mind)


Still I would like to be immature about her because, her signature got embedded with freshness. Her memories are pleasant under my memory line.


But, am adding another but here.

I would like to start over everything and introduce myself as a normal friend to you. Even if the moment never materialises, the memory will continue. And I agree, the real self is always a bitter broth to sip in. But that’s what make things make better. Well, these cheesy line are not to butter you. Just a little word play.


Happy Birthday to You!