When I Met You

The Real Her

I am such an idiot. How could I forget about the rehearsals? Rehearsing with her would have been much, much better. She was thinking of dancing with me and I was OK with just picking a sight of her. I solved all those numerical last night. I am not dumb, then why did I do such a silly thing? Auhhh! Never mind. I won't miss even picoseconds of the rehearsal now."

Classes were finally over, the electric bell was shouting loud. Without a delay, I went for the rehearsals. The sequence started. She was in my sight as she always was, but something new happened this time, I was in hers as well. I saw that delighted face of hers, it was opaque, but still crystal clear. Her opacity made her shine or was it my presence? My Reebok powered feet started moving towards her. The previous dialogue we had, had charged me. I was restless.

"Oh! Finally, here you are. Delighted to see you", she said and what else was needed- my oversensitive eardrums vibrated with ever stronger perplexion to intensify that melody she whispered- "Shall we start?"

"Yes, of course! Sorry for the previous days. I was little lost." I replied timidly.

"Lost? Oh! I see, I can understand."

I didn't know what she understood. She mustn't have known that I was lost in her. A girl understands her own way, I didn't mind.

We rehearsed for the next four days; we had to perform on the fifth day. We didn't take a break. I didn't need a break either, after all I was with her- crazy me. By then, my compassion had been turned to into my need. I understood her to be a bird that had left its cage long ago, started flying in open air, chasing her dreams, far somewhere in the horizon. She said me that she wanted her life to teach her a lesson every second- "Life isn't a second to lose", she illustrated with never dying compassion. She mentioned that I taught her something new- "You have to wait and things come at you, the better way" and my comeback was righteous for her, I had turned- a dancer now.

She was with such a pure heart that I couldn't stop complaining about the attitude that I always cried out, boosted about. She showed me the mirror and I saw those characters that actually belonged to me, only me. I no longer had to put on those bulky glasses. The real HER had shown me, the real ME.