More than all the stars in the sky - An Addicted Prequel

The little place called happy

That night I went home dreamy eyed. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't stop my lips from curving into a huge smile. I was losing my mind. Suddenly, in between my assignment, I would blush and smile and close my eyes in embarrassment. I could not believe that this was really happening in my life. It was like a sweet thrilling dream.

The next two days I did not see him as I was busy with school. I have classes all day on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. My thoughts would betray me and keep going back to him intermittently during my classes. I could not talk about him with my father, for obvious reasons and Swetha would have lectured me to stay away from the playboy. So, for now, the word is mum. And anyways, we just talked. Nothing beyond that. But, somehow, it didn't really seem like that. It felt like so much more, like I knew him since forever - that there was a deep undeniable connection somewhere. Isn't that strange?

It was Friday and it was work day. This was going to be my schedule for this semester. I was excited to go to work.

Are you excited to go to work or are you excited to see him? I question myself as I look into the mirror and I wasn't quite sure about the answer. All my life I was so thoughtful and logical. Every action was mine had a reason but what is this? I had no explanation for my wayward thoughts and spontaneous feelings.

I am wearing a rose colored dress and my grey blazer over it. Intentionally, I do not wear my charm bracelets. I look at the time and wearing my wedge heels and grabbing by now overlarge sachet, I run out and... then.. run in again. I quickly go to the mirror and apply some more mascara and another coat of my peachy lipstick and finally get out of the apartment.

At work, I made new friends that day. We had started working on our project. We had made a lists of the galleries in the city that were open or going to be open. We were to visit all of them and make a report. Based on the cost and valuation of the art, we were to buy five pieces for each floor and there were five floors allotted to us. It was a huge budget project and by the end of the day, as we finished making the list, I was exhausted. More than exhaustion, I guess I was a little disappointed as there was no sign of Mr.Cryptic anywhere. Where did he disappear?

At the cafeteria, after the rush hour, I was sitting at the counter with my sketch book, trying to draw for my class. The assignment was to make a sketch. My professor was a really passionate guy. It was so romantic when he said sketch something from your everyday life.  It could be a coffee cup, it could be a tree or a flower. But, it has to have a unique perspective, something that everybody else 'looks at' but does not 'see.'

I kept looking at the coffee cup on the counter to see anything hidden in it that nobody else other than me than find. There were scratches on the bottom that you couldn't see unless you look really, really close. Argh! What am I doing!

I put the cup away and look around bored.

I feel him before I see him. The most handsome guy in the world just walked into my cafe. I wonder if he is just walking into the cafe or into my life - my heart? One look and him and I know the answer. How can a guy I didnt know a week back, have such an affect on me? And he really is much more than what I had been imagining. I guess I hadn't captured his beautiful face in all its essence and glory. He was wearing formals again - a beige colored shirt, work trousers, the same laptop bag and that killer attitude I so vividly remember. All my life, I liked humble, modest and down-to-earth then why this sudden fall for arrogance and attitude?  

I idly wish to see him in casuals or at the beach, in a swimming pool. Woah! talk about stray thoughts !!! Why does he create such a mad excitement within me?

Our eyes lock and he slides the headphones he has on to around his neck and gives me a boyish smile. It was like a scene from a romantic flick, where the guy looks at the girl for the first time and then they show her turn around and smile in slow motion, creating some kind of magic in the air that nobody other than the guy feels. Except that, in this case, the girl is looking at the guy and this isn't really the first time we are seeing each other. How is it that everytime I see him, it just feels newer and the connection stronger?