Back in 2007...
It was one of those days when you decide not to dress up for
class (the very famous I –dont-have-to-impress-anyone-
so-i-am-going-to-look-like-a-patato mode) and then you end up bumping into the
cutest guy in college. (Who, by the way- never, I repeat, never shows up for
the classes otherwise.)
You are wearing an old pair of denims – so old that they are
literally pleading for retirement and your white top- well to say the least-
it’s not white anymore- it's creamish yellow and its best days are behind it.
However, icing on top of this
three tired cake of a situation is that ----- because you were in such a hurry that
morning----- all you could manage from the huge pile of clothes that once was your closet was a pair of mismatching socks. So you can’t even run and hide as
soon as you spot Mr.Cute-pants lest your secret is revealed. You know- the
secret of one pink and one green sock.
So all you can anyway do is walk gracefully – well, whatever
grace that you can muster at such short notice- and keep walking until you are a
teeny tiny dot to him.
Anyway so you get the picture, right? It was an awful day.
I couldn’t feel any less sexy about myself and to make
matters worse my best friend was looking like a total pataka – which means bombshell by the way. (My apologies for the terminology but what to do I can’t find a better suiting word.)
So anyway with
my face hung low I was sitting at the Library – yeah, because there was no
better hideout- not because I am such a scholar.
That is where I met E - this guy who appeared from nowhere - with some pamphlet about Montreal Protocol in his hand.
‘What?’ I made a face, last thing I wanted was to increase
my protocol gyan by some geeky chump. The college hunk had literally passed through
me – he had not even acknowledged me and here I was stuck with some chashmish – I wanted to die.
‘Read it whenever you feel like,’ he smiled, and left me
alone.
I didn’t even bother to look at the pamphlet for a good one
hour – it was only when I was about to get up that I realised there was
something hand written on the back of the pamphlet. It was a poem and a
beautiful one at that. Not because it was a literary genius – but because it
was written for me. Somebody had taken out time for me. I welled up right that
second.
Cool Handwriting, no?
After that I tried spotting E in the library but could not locate him there
... rushed out of the library but couldn’t see him there too.. ...and I have
been looking since that day... to no avail...
If ever you read this - Thank you E for making me feel
sooooooo special and also I am so Sorry that I couldn’t return the gesture.
