When I Met You

Electrifying-Her

 The next day was crucial. The event organizers had called us. After the college was over, we gathered in the college's hall. Everyone was with some sorts of customs. I was the only poor guy, carrying a typical bag loaded with nothing but stationeries. I thought "What on earth is going on? Why have these people brought all these stuffs?" I felt awful because I was the odd one. I couldn't figure out the situation.

 Suddenly, a voice came, "Hey! Where are your customs? Are you going to dance in those tight jeans of yours? It will be difficult for you, I guess." (Truly speaking, dancing was the only thing I always avoided. It always puts me in some sort of trouble. I was never OK with it.) But I could feel that voice. Feeling that voice was more important for me, than to listen what it said. It was the same voice that had driven my engine less body this far. I could never ignore it- I didn't have that much of guts left. My only reply to her was "Sorry!!!"

 I didn't understand what was so magical in that reply of mine that she started approaching me in no time. Now, was the time, like never before...? My heart went a whole lot faster; I was amazingly at the highest level of sensitivity. "How can a body without proper fuel perform this efficiently? Where did all these feelings come from? It is against the rules of Mechanics", I thought. Then I figured out that- Love doesn't works on the so called Principles of Mechanics, feelings aren't the outcome of some sort of fuel that one uses.

 By the time, my mechanically failed heart was thinking more than my biologically active brain, she had approached me and was standing in front of my emotionally embraced soul. It was like "INTRUDER, INTRUDER!!! HIGH ALERT..." I couldn't do much. I stood still, with the sweetest possible smile I could make and prepared myself to get drowned into that deep voice of hers, yet again.