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)