Two classmates who used to hate each other, one of them fell in love with the other. Their religions are different, their standards are different, and their lives are different. Just two teenagers who hated each other, and now it's the last year of...
Alarm rings Beep, beep, beep "Ugh, I'm getting late." I head to the bathroom. "Mom, please bring the towel!" Door slams Mom: "Do the breakfast!" Me: "I'm getting late, I'll eat something in the school canteen." Mom: "Don't forget to eat." Me: "Bye, Mom!"
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I missed the prayer again, now I have to stand in the garage until it's over. I want to sit near her, but my row is in the third bench today. My benchmate is absent, so I have to sit alone. Huff, peaceful day it is now.
"Where is she? Is she not coming today?" I start praying to God, "Please God, please, please, come on, send her." Takes a deep breath There she is. I smile at her, and she smiles back. This makes my day. I woke up and came to school just for this smile.
I've already missed class 9 because I went to the gym the whole year, and now almost all of class 10 has passed. I can't miss these last few months. She's sitting in the right row on the third bench. A lot of tragedy happened last year. I have just three months left to see her, and then boom, our paths will go in different directions, never crossing again. In these last few months, let me enjoy her melodious smile. Ah, how can a person be so sweet?
"Good morning, sir," everyone greets. My buddy knows why I come to school-he's smiling at me and looking at her. He loves teasing me. Class starts, and I'm staring at her the whole time.
Class has ended, and Nikhil, my buddy, comes over to my bench.
Nikhil: "Bro, stop looking at her like that. The whole class is noticing you." Me: "I don't care about anyone else. Just look at her-she looks so gorgeous, as usual. I can't take my eyes off her." Nikhil: "Bro, you're madly in love. Stop it now, or you're going to regret it." Me: "Bro, how can I stop? Just look at her. Her presence makes me forget I'm in class; I forget who's around me. I don't want to miss any chance of seeing her smile. It feels sweeter than honey. Her voice calms my soul. Why did the teacher have to separate our seats? I can't hear her properly anymore." I want to cry.
Nikhil: "Can't you see she's not interested in you? How many times does she actually look at you?" Me: "It doesn't matter how many times she looks at me. When we truly love someone, we don't expect anything in return. If it's meant to be, it will come back to you. I just want her to be happy. I'll be happy from a distance. All I want is to see her laugh, to make her laugh." Nikhil: "Stop spamming quotes, man. This is reality. You're from different religions!" Me: "Ugh, shut up. Don't spoil my mood. Just go back to your bench-and don't forget to share your tiffin, I haven't eaten anything since breakfast."
After three classes, it's now break time. I just came over to her bench. I love eating from her tiffin; her mom makes such delicious food. I always steal from her lunchbox. I wish that someday I could eat from her hands, but some wishes are not meant to come true. I love irritating her and making her angry. When she looks at me in anger, I always look into her eyes, and then she just smiles. Sometimes I go overboard and slap her playfully. I hate my hands-they're so rough that even when I hit her lightly, she gets hurt because of them.
When she gets mad at me and says something, even a single word from her hurts me like hell. I don't know why I can't control myself. I follow her during break time, wherever she goes. When she goes to wash her hands, I throw water at her, and she laughs. I love seeing her laugh. I could do this forever just to see her smile; it's all that matters to me. I could die a thousand times over for her.
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I know this doesn't make any sense, but when a man falls in love, he doesn't care whether it makes sense or not. He just says whatever his heart wants to tell her. In my case, I'm probably becoming like a child around her-maybe I've become more annoying these past few days. I should stop this.
The bell rings after three classes, signaling the end of the school day, and I wait until her van leaves. I watch her leaving the school, and she waves goodbye to me. After she's gone, I hold on to the memory of her face as I head home. Once I get home, the first thing I do is stalk her profile, though she doesn't know this. I love looking at her photos.
I changed my phone and lost all the pictures we took two years ago. With Teachers' Day coming up, I want to take a lot of photos with her. Sometimes While looking at her pictures, I wonder: what if she finds out how I feel about her? Would she still see me the same way, or would I lose both the friendship and this one-sided love? No, I can't let that happen. Maybe in a few more months, this feeling will go away.
But if she could see herself through my eyes, she would see an angel in a white dress, like in the movies, with wings. Even the moon has scars, but she doesn't. I bet she's more beautiful than the moon-the glow and positivity she radiates are beyond what even the moon can handle. She's as beautiful as a rainbow, and I'm sure she looks pretty every time she wakes up. I guarantee it.
Her future husband will be the luckiest person in the world. I don't know who he will be, but I know I'll be jealous of him... I fell asleep looking at her picture.
