It's all about Her

Favorite Memories of Us...

I had so many memories of you that I wanted to share with you.

Do you remember the 12th-grade viva? That day, our viva was about to start, and the external examiner was calling students one by one.

I still recall how my heart raced, not because of the exam, but because we were sitting side by side, just like fate had intended.

It was one of those rare moments when we could talk, even if it was just about business studies.

We sat there discussing what might come up in our turns.

Since our roll numbers were consecutive, there was a chance we'd be called in a pair, and I secretly hoped for it.

You seemed calm, focused, as always, and here I was, pretending to care about the topics when all I could think about was the proximity between us.

Just the thought of sharing that moment with you was enough to make me forget about the exam pressure.

But then, as if the universe wanted to ruin my perfect moment, one of our annoying classmates interrupted.

You know the type,bragging, loud, and full of himself. Of course, he had every reason to boast; being from a wealthy family, he loved showcasing his lifestyle.

I never cared about all that, but at that moment, I hated him more than ever.

He was ruining my precious time with you, and I could sense that you felt the same way.

There was a flicker of irritation in your eyes, a silent plea for him to stop.

I couldn't let him spoil it for us, so I gestured to one of my friends, asking them to take him away.

Thankfully, my friend got the hint, and after a few moments of awkward small talk, our classmate left.

As he walked away, I felt a surge of relief.

It was just you and me again, talking, discussing the viva, and for those few minutes, the world felt right.

You were always so composed, so brilliant in these moments.

I admired how effortlessly you seemed to handle the pressure, while inside, I was a nervous wreck.

When our turn came, we walked into the room, side by side.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, not from fear of the viva, but from being this close to you, knowing that these moments were fleeting.

As expected, you outperformed in the viva.

I couldn't help but feel proud of you, proud of being a small part of that moment, even if you didn't know what it meant to me.

It's strange how a simple viva turned into one of my favorite memories of us.

Maybe it's because we shared it together, or maybe it's because it was one of those rare times when we were close, even if just for a while.

And that's how i enjoyed the favorite memory of us...