emm…7^th December

It sounded like the eleventh hour rehearsal of a tone deaf school time band that perform with unbridled gusto, banging their heads, hissing and yelping at the highest tones of vocal chords but end up blaring like a bunch of fanatic boars. (Someone has rightly said, this music thing ain’t simple…Alas!!)

Another jiffy and the bastards muffled… (As if were taking a nap)

Five minutes down the line and the troop got onto my nerves all over again…

I was infuriated… (The very rare trait of me…)

My anger didn’t find any better way to ooze out and I hit the rogues right in there head with a beer bottle… (Finally I held a beer bottle ;))

The blare waned and that to in a flash…

I was relishing my newly divulged audacity (first time even to myself…) when just in a few split seconds (mind you…few split seconds), I twigged that it was my darling phone and not the bear bottle that was forfeited and the bastards who had waned were Bullet for my valentine, trying to 

WAKE ME UP!!        

(It was my alarm tone)

I peeped into the clock…

OH MY GOD!! It was quarter past eight […and the last chance of grabbing a glimpse of her (At least for the next whole month) would be lost in just fifteen-twenty minutes, I thought]

I was freaking…in vacillating between whether to run, jump or just sob…

My heartbeat count was 106 per min…I wasn’t this nervous when I first appeared for IIT-JEE. I spanked my lousy, rot pal who has been an accomplice to me in all possible outré stuff, out of his slumber.  

We jumped out, grabbed our essentials and galloped downstairs, then down the street and then the road, finally to arrive at the square where I spent most of my mornings, afternoons, evenings and whatever time I could possibly make out of my jam packed schedule (you know, I am too busy…)

It was forty past eight and I was there right on time (err…late!!)

I was being gung-ho with the mere thought of her sight…

Time passed and my patience almost passed away…every moment increased my nervousness.  

My eyes ran down the road with anticipation…longing…

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My soul wailed another cry to GOD just to ask the only favor I had (have) prayed every moment for the last few months. 

The willies struck and my heart pounded…I could sense the tears rolling down my cheeks.

I was late…and she had swaggered down the boulevard before I had hit the road.

I had lost it…

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They say that the darkest hour is just before the dawn and it’s so true…

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She appeared out of the blue, wearing a white shirt, green jacket and a blue jean (…as usual)

The tuft of hair falling over her face made her appear more ravishing…

I fumbled…I pretended as if I was busy with something but failed badly (I was stupefied)

Her eyes seemed to be the only truth; her face, the most precious gem and her smile, everything.  

I was lost…lost in her eyes…

I was truly, madly, deeply in love (I still am…)

 P.S. - …

Special thanks- to my sister who suggested the title (though I don’t like it)

My first LOVE LETTER

Myself Shalabh Malik (in case you still don’t know). I have been sending you messages for quite some time now (to which you never reply L) and I have also been roaming around the nooks and corners in the desperate hope of catching just a glimpse of yours (which I am sure you have noticed). And now, I am writing this manuscript ( it is better to call it a letter) simply because my mind goes numb every time I see you and the part of brain responsible for commonsense goes for a vacation, making me come across as a perfect bafoon.

All the actions on my part might have made me appear a desperate person (despo, as we call it). But I assure you that I don’t have any evil intentions.

I got an impression today that you are scared of me (But why???) which really hurt me. I do not follow you with any bad intentions, neither do I have any. The only fault on my part is that I like you, not from today, not from yesterday, but from the very first moment when I saw you on a bright Wednesday morning on 2^nd September (you were sporting an orange top and a blue jean).

The very sight of you increases my heartbeat, creates a euphoria and develops an ear to ear smile on my face (I swear my condition becomes like ‘dekha jo tujhe yar, dil me baji guitar'). But still, never have my intentions been anything even remotely close to wicked.

I know that we are from different leagues, I know that I am crossing a line or two, I know that my acts have not been the most ‘subtle’ and I know that I might I have been the cause of discomfort for you more number of times than you would like, but I also know that I like you. And this is what makes me helpless. I just can’t get you out of my mind (not that I want to).

I know that you have a bad impression of me. I don’t know how you will respond to this. I really wanted to tell you my feelings as it was getting very hard for me to restrain. It is my earnest request to you that you please do not share this letter with anyone else. I also request you to please reply to this letter in any form you feel comfortable because it really hurts when you don’t reply (it really does).

I am not asking you to like me, but please don’t hate me.

Awaiting a (positive) response ;)

Yours sincerely

Me.

P.S. – This is how my first love letter (also the last one) read. I had worked my heart out in writing it and somehow summoned the courage to give it to her (I was foolhardy) but she didn’t accept itL.