Oxymoron

CHAPTER-2

"What is love?" He asked. and I could feel his gaze boring into me.

"I..I think it is a kind of feeling that people feel, sometimes truly and sometimes uselessly". I replied staring at his black converse.

"okay, nice point, I'll make some changes and add it to the content, he continued, would you like some coffee?" still staring at me.

"N.no, thanks for asking". With that he walked away to get himself a coffee. I looked around the library ,only few people were sitting , and their eyes were glued to the books. I felt exhausted. Taking a sip from  my water bottle, I walked through a secluded aisle with mystery books. There was a sudden movement and I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around slowly and there was this girl with colorful attire as if a unicorn had puked at her. 

"hello, I am heera. nice to meet you." She said putting her right hand in front of me.

I touched the tips of the extended hands and said" Hi, I am iyla".

" oh, your name is very unique" and before I could say anything she continued "I was actually looking for romance books and  I couldn't find it. so I was just walking through all the aisles and I bumped into one of my teachers, so to hide from him I had to come here. sorry if I startled you". she paused.

how fast is she speaking. just when I thought  she completed speaking, she continued" what are you doing here alone?" before I could answer her, she continued again "you must have come here to either study or look for books. why am I even asking?. Alright I have to go. see you later". And she walked away the way she came.

what the hell did just happen. she herself answered all the question she posted and went her way and here I thought I was weird. I again heard some footsteps and for a split second thought she was back. but no, it was not her.

"what are you doing here? searching for books again? why do you always get lost in libraries?" I looked up and found myself staring into his eyes. HE WAS STARING AT ME. WE MADE EYECONTACT. I was never comfortable in speaking to people  making eye contact. I either looked down, or watched everywhere but the person I'm speaking with. I just was not comfortable enough. Quickly I diverted my eyes and looked down once again at his black converse.

Waiting long enough for me to answer, he continued "Alright lets continue with the script".

And once again I was sitting in an awkward way staring into the piles of books we had collected to research about "LOVE". Nothing could be worse that this, I swear. after an hour of uncomfortable meeting he finally said the golden words "alright, lets wind up. enough for today." without another word or glance he walked away.

compliment someone. compliment someone. compliment someone. I kept repeating this throughout the day but still I couldn't accomplish it. on my way back home, I saw a little girl with pink princess dress, as if ready for some play. will it be enough, if I compliment her?

"you look pretty", I said with a forced smile. " thank you, Didi", she said with a genuine innocent smile. With that I walked away fast from there. "what is love? I thought.

love is always a genuine feeling where you accept and adore the beautiful and ugly part of a person, and they make you give the best of you, and it is true love only if each other develops one another. It is love when you lie sometimes to make them happy. It is love when you want to give away all your happiness to them and take way all their pain. It is when you solely feel complete and even being in silence with them feels comfortable. It is love when you can fall back to them, it is love when in room full of people you find them to cry on their shoulder. even if really caring people are there for you to hold you, you yearn for them at the hardest time. It is love where you make little adjustments to make them happy.

unfortunately people these days don't understand this. love has become shallow.
like the insincere compliment I just gave.