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Renukha...🍀

Sunday, 2. 30 pm.

The susurration of leaves piqued my interest, urging my head to quirk up. Abandoning the spread-out rough book from my sight, where those 12th syllabus intricate maths problem has been scribbled on the paper, I, instead focused my scrutinization on the gentle rubbing of dual heart-shaped leaves out the window.

I swirled the pen in my grip, trapping the alluring scene in my pupils.
A smile, purely induced by the innocent and mad love I have for my Karthik, hugged my brims.

The touching of the leaves reminded me of him.

I was nine back then. Meanwhile, he was fifteen. We were running around and were playing random games in the backyard of his home. Unpredicted, while forwarding a heart-shaped leaf towards me, he had playfully proposed to me to marry him.

I don't think it mattered anything to him. But for me, it was the day I officially fell for him and landed on my butt. I reminisce the fluttering of my heart when he said those words, "Marry me, Renu" it wasn't even a proposal or request. It was a demand, and I was more than happy to oblige to his command.

However, when I had accepted that leaf from his hand, he laughed and pinched my cheeks, then as If nothing happened, he went and joined our other cousins.

I felt saddened but I hadn't known what to do. To this day, I have the leaf secured in one of my old books. Looking at the leaf, I always pray and wish he could really propose to me one day.

He was my world. No, I'm not exaggerating. It was true.

I had always possessed immense love towards him. I don't certainly remember when it precisely had started, perhaps it was because he was in my mind before my brain had begun to gather the consciousness of the world around me.

His name was inscribed in my brain before I had even learned the alphabet. He stood in my heart, occupying all the spaces and not granting permission for any other human to enter.

His picture was clear in my memory even before I had picturized the face of my parents. He had filled my ear with his voice when I was a mere baby laid over his hands.

Pretty much, he was the one who had spent most of his time with me, not now though, but when I was little.

We both studied in the same school. While I was in 3rd standard, he was already in his 9th. It was so funny now that I think about it. Because he was a handsome senior, whereas I was a mere chubby kid.

Though we don't get to see each other most of the time, we occasionally do get a glimpse of each other. However, after he was elevated to 10th standard, his class was shifted to the top floor and I have no good reason to lie and shoot my way there. Also, his class hours had been extended during his 10th.

Till 9th, he used to drop me at my home in his cycle.

And eventhough my two elder sisters and his own younger sister choose to go by school bus, I was adamant and stubborn to ride home in his cycle. Because I was the small kid among all other, my parents agreed so.

I still remember clinging to his back while hugging his torso, rigidly. Plus, he also used to buy me so many chocolates and candies on the way. Those moments were precious and dear to my heart. That was our golden days. We weren't worried about anything back then.

It was wonderful!

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