Nothing beats a text message from someone you are in love with and nothing spoils your mood more than a promotional call/message when you are expecting the same from your beloved with a bated breath. “Did she love me”, i contemplated and speculated, while reasoning myself why or why not the hottest chick(as she was referred to) of our section would even date me. We were spotted together many a times, more than the number which graduated our relationship a step higher than just friends.
86400 is the number of seconds in a day, and if you deduct a few seconds, the balance is what i spent out of my day brooding about her, thinking what it really meant if at all it did any. It was complex relationship, atleast that was what i thought of. If coincidences were ever meant to be the way it is, the mother of all coincidence was the fact that the culmination of this complex relationship happened in maths class, when the teacher taught us complex numbers. I stepped in the class earlier than my friends for no rhyme or reason and took our routine last row. As i took the 2nd chair in the last row, leaving the other 4 for my friends who were coming in, my friends deserted me by taking the empty 1st row. I had no idea, what had gotten in them, but suddenly i felt like a loner. I has an instant urge to get up and join them in the front rows, but my ego got better of me. When i look back today, i realize how its always better to listen to your instincts.
I was furious from within. I uttered a thousand curses for my friends, who could and should have included me in their evil plans.In a few seconds my friends had turned foe for me and i was weighing this small silly act of theirs as a potential war against me. If at all there was an award for exaggerating tiny things to proportions, i can always be a potential winner. For now, my face had turned red, and i was planning a coup to avenge myself. As my mind was still busy trying to figure something out, she stepped in the class with her best friend. Lets call her X for privacy reasons. Clad in pink cotton suit, the couple of pretty ladies found their seats already taken by the bunch of guys, whom i were planning to unfriend a few seconds back. She looked puzzled as this had never happened in the past 1 year. As the class had already started, teacher was scribbling away some Hebrew to glory. I looked around to see the empty seats where they could possibly accommodate themselves. There weren’t any except the ones right besides me.
The proposition of an incoming opportunity threw open the barrage of emotions. The frown on my face gave space to some excitement and extreme pleasure.3 empty chairs meant she could have easily ignored chair adjacent to mine and taken the other two. I sat straight looking cool and attentive as they made their way to the last row. And bingo, she sat right besides me. As she settled down, the tinkling of her anklets and her ‘i-dont-what-but-awesome’ perfume gave me a startling sensation. “Hey”, she started the talk, yeah, i say talk because thats how it went on. I made the most of the opportunity, threw a volley of queries, jokes and other random ways to indulge into what we call a “healthy” conversation. “Damn, she was smart”. My infatuation scaled a notch higher with the sudden revelation of her intellect.
