The Note Girl

Day 2. Note -2.

Next day,( 15.9.21) Kiaan found another note. He had a good mind of throwing it without reading it. But then he opened it and read it anyway.

"Hi Kiaan,

I watched you yesterday as you read the note yesterday. A look of disgust and disdain crept your face while you did...as if it was riddled with spelling mistakes. For the record I got two marks more than you in English in the last test...though of course same can't be said about maths and science. So, it was not the spellings it was the unknown nondescript me afterall. Then you narrowed your beautiful green eyes and looked around. May be you were trying to locate me. Thankfully there were enough of girls staring at you...So, you could not make out who I was. Thank god! And no I wasn't staring at you. I have my more intelligent ways of looking. *wink*.

Okay, I get it you did not like my confession at all. No...it did not come to me as a surprise. But then it still hurt me. Kya kare! Sigh! Yeh dil hai ki manta nahi!(what to do. This heart does not agree.) Stupid heart.

Anyway, then you crumpled the paper ( which carried my heart as well...the same stupid heart) and was about to throw it away. But, then you stopped and opened it again. Gosh! My heart went lub dub lub dub full speed as you did. Then you thought something and put the note in your trouser pocket. My heart which went wrapped with the note went real jigglily joggily being tossed in your trouser pocket. Initially I was really happy that you did not toss my note away. My equally stupid head ... unreasonably thought you somehow liked my note and wanted to keep it with you. But then the more reasonable part of the brain butted in saying that since your name was in the note you did not want to toss it carelessly to be discovered by some pokey- nose, inquisitive classmate. You did not want to be teased by them for this. Yeah! That made more sense.

Anyway this was not the why I am writing to you. During lunch someone left a a bouquet of 5 peonies on your table. Stuck them on your desk with a cellotape. You needn't have given that same disgusted and disdainful look because it wasn't me. In fact it could never be me, I am allergic to peonies. It was from someone at whom you smile a lot. One of your beautiful/ intelligent girls whom you find it deserving enough to discuss answers after math exams though of course she got less in math than me in the last class test. Anyway, whoever said life was fair. Whoever said you were fair as well. So, you shouldn't have chucked them in the dusbin. The girl looked so horrified as she saw you do that. I could feel how she felt. After all we are co- rejected. But you smiled at her as you headed back to your desk and you looked through me. Perhaps we are not co-rejected afterall....I am the only one. Maybe if you knew it was her and not me, you would have kept those flowers, who knows."