Who are you?

06

I was writing something in my diary. The classroom was empty when I felt a chair being pulled at my front. I lifted my eyes and a smile crippled on my lips.

It was you.

"What are you writing?", you asked, reciprocating my smile.

I felt a bit self conscious. I was writing a poem.

Though I like writing a lot, and have written from my younger days.
But, would you like my writing if I share?

"Nothing serious. Just a poem.", I smiled embarrassed.

"Ohh! That's great. I remember you told me you loved writing...Oh, but did I disturb you?"

"No, it's nothing serious.", an embarrassed smile again.

"If you are comfortable..."  "May I have the privilege of reading your poem?", you asked politely.

Actually, I realised that I never saw you using any slang, let alone curses. You always spoke like a prince.

"Hmm...", I nodded.

And then it came to mind, "But there are spelling errors, I guess. I always do them." A sheepish grin followed my words.

Spelling errors! I have always made them. And I don't want you to read them. It'll be totally embarrassing.

"May I read it to you rather?", I asked politely.

"That would be even more pleasing.", you smiled with your pleasing dimples.

Your smile gave me confidence.

I smiled back nodding, and shifted my gaze to the diary page.

Hoping for the best, I began reading,

"I felt a gentle touch, when the breeze hit my cheeks.
I felt like it's you, trying to caress them and comfort me.

Even when you are not around I feel your presence.
The sun rays reminds me of you, the rain reminds me of you, the spring reminds me of you, the art reminds me of you.
Even the music tapes your tales.

The air has a different fragrance these days.
It seems more fresh and rejuvenating.
The urge of getting up every day, just to see you.
To know that you're doing fine, you're healthy, doing good, has a weird satisfaction.

I feel something different, maybe it's love.
But what if I say it's beyond that.
But what if I say, I feel you're no one else,
but me.

Just me in a different body, a different gender.
But same soul and same life.
Same words and same rhymes.
Same rhythm and same time.
Same feelings and same emotions.
Same bond with pure affection.

I just hope for just one thing, that it stays with you forever, and forever and ever."

I completed reading it, and one thing I could tell was that,
I felt your eyes on me the entire time.

A warm gaze of yours that I felt on me.

I lifted my eyes to meet yours.

"It was beautiful...", you said. Your voice conveyed the same warmth of your eyes.

Your facial expression was calm.

"Thank you...", my lips framed a tiny smile. I couldn't help but blush a little.

I was glad that you liked it and found it beautiful.

You then called my name and asked, "Preet, if you are comfortable sharing this....Do you have someone that you like?"

I froze.

I could feel a rhythm in my chest, and suddenly some unknown heat rising up to my cheeks.

Why are you asking this? The poem made you ask this, I guess.

"Kind of...", I smiled timidly.

I felt you became more alert at my assertion.

Your brows lowered a bit and you slowly shifted your gaze on the table.

And then suddenly back at me.

"Are you comfortable sharing who they are?", you asked.

You...

"I'll tell you for sure, someday", I smiled embarrassed.

You nodded. "Oh, I remember I had some work back in the hostel. My roommate is ill these days...I'll be leaving I guess."

"Hmm...you may", I nodded.

You quickly moved to the door, but paused and turned back.

"I've to leave now, but genuinely Preet.."
"You write amazing, beautiful..." A genuine smile followed your words.

And then you rushed out.