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💫Sparks Of Attraction💫

I didn't know what was love until I fell so hard from my not-believing-in love attitude. Being a rowdy natured girl with life's equation full of fun and mischief I never wanted anything more. But the wave of destiny crossed over me. And breezes seemed to be so smoothingly good caressing my insides that I didn't even realize when I fell for him.

The chatter box that I used to be once wasn't able to utter a single syllable when he stood in front of me. That was my hesitation and he was the first man in this big world who made me blush. Heck I didn't even know how to blush until he made me. He made me blush really? Or were they only my hormones which were unable to control those sparks of attraction?

It might have started with just attraction but I know now that the feelings have grown so much inside me that it has matured into my honest love for him.

Do love stories ever have endings? I wonder and ponder on such things many times. I don't know if my love story was ever our love story. Neither do I know that if this love story has even started yet or not. All I know is that there is surely something between us whose ending I can't see. It might be eternal...thinking that I console this heart who is sitting dull and hollow. My heart beats still but the void which is unfulfilled scares me. It has made me strong but I'm afraid it would drown soon.

 

I sigh closing my diary gazing at my table lamp. I'm feeling so alone and it's like a weight has been kept on my heart which is unbearable. The heavy weight of lonliness. I switch off the lamp and glance outside my window into the dark night. Li'll creatures buzz around and their wings sparkle in the moonlight. It's been a hot day. I breath long and sigh switching on the lamp again. I want to write so much about how I feel but the lump in my throat doesn't let me and the weakness engulfing me isn't helping much. It's not that I'll have to speak but then again words aren't enough to describe how I feel. And there's no one to whom I can share or who can understand my condition.

I switch off the lamp again staring into nothingness trying to befriend the silence. I lean on the table folding my arms on the surface and resting my head on my wrists. Two tears slip by mocking at my vulnerable state. And I too smile sadly accepting that no matter how strong I pretend I am, I know the truth is something died right within me when he left me. My thoughts go back to the time he was near me. Not that near but fairly near enough.

I was coming back from my college. Fiddling with the shoulder strap of my bag I bit my lip out of nervousness. It was that time of the day when he used to stand in his balcony and I used to cross his building while going to mine. Glancing at him shyly I used to cover my side of the head with my hairs and then used to curl those strands behind my ears. I always saw him smirking at this act of mine. It took me days to realize that he actually saw me blushing. And that's when I learnt this new style of teenage love...coloring the cheeks with natural blush. Releasing the flesh inside of my mouth from my tooth's grip I used to see his glistening eyes. With my steps taking me away from his region I used to whisper a chuckle like a crazy love struck. It was love which got me going crazy.

My head spins as I open my eyes smiling sadly at his memory still so clear in my heart. I stand up and walk to the window pane. To cause some relief to this humid day the light breezes starts wheezing playing and rustling the dry leaves. It soothes my tear stained face. Though the leaves and the li'll creatures still make some noises, silence shakes hands with me and I sigh in satisfaction to finally have made friends with what they call 'khamoshiyaa'. I close my eyes leaning to the nearby wall seeking support as my mind takes me on an another ride of his memory.