To Fall In Love ✓

T a n g l e d

Dedicated to : imadi001

What is love? Well, love is when you don't need to think about your appearance while you are with him. Love is when he says be safe. Love is when he holds your hand while crossing the road knowing that you don't need his help. Love is when you are fast asleep on your couch and he silently puts a pillow under your head. Love is . . . Well, you don't always need to say I love you. I agree, once in a while, we love to listen to those three precious words. But what's the need for vocabulary when you can feel the emotion?

That's it for tonight. Hope to see all your comments on this blog as always. This is me signing off . . .

Yours always

#LittleHeart.

"For an English literature student, it's weird to see you always being busy with the laptop." Her eighteen-year self almost jumped out of the chair. Adjusting her glasses, she slowly turned towards the door from where the voice boomed.

"Project." Hridya hastily closed the lid of the laptop. She looked at the watch and mentally cursed herself for being this careless. She should have closed the door before. Dhruv always came unannounced, which irritated her to death.

Dhruv shook his head, "Project? You can't even lie properly!" Deliberately he came towards her bed and flopped on it. "One day . . . Hri, one day!"

Hridya smiled at him, "You, here, why?"

"Are you sure you are a literature student? You are strangely inarticulate." Dhruv laughed more when she just kept looking at him. "I am here because I want you to come to my convocation. When I'll throw that hat of mine in the air, I need you to click a superb picture of mine."

Hridya tempted to roll her eyes, but knowing Dhruv she refrained herself from doing so. Why? Well, Dhruv was perfect . . . perfect in every sense.

He was everything that Hridya wasn't. A girl merely of 5'1' height, heavy framed glasses on her nose, she was as shy as touch-me-not plants. She would prefer to be in her room, in her bed with a book rather than be in a party being the centre of attention. Dhruv was always sure that one day he would become a successful lawyer, whereas Hridya was clueless until the night before her 10th class results came out. She was particularly mortified when she got an average 68% marks, and almost died while telling her percentage to Dhruv, who four years ago had stood first not only in his school but also in the state.

He was not only exceptionally good at his studies, but was a tennis player extraordinaire who had won many inter-college competitions. There was no one near him when he went for debate competitions; in short, he was as perfect as his parents, who were both blessed with good looks and brains.

Dhruv was someone who you would love to be friends with. His ever-smiling face, polite behaviour had won so many people's heart over time. But again there was something that made Hridya afraid of him. His ever-playful eyes were very composed. Now, how someone's eyes could be playful and composed at the same time, she had no idea. And then comes, his way with words. Dhruv Malhotra treated life like a game of chess; for every argument he had, his counter-argument was ready, when he set his goal he would first negate every single possibility that could withhold him from achieving it.

She had always regarded him as unreachable - beyond her reach. Yet, it had always amazed her that this perfect specimen of a human wanted to be her friend.

Sighing, Hridya nodded, though her mind screamed at her, there would be gazillions of people at that convocation. And she would be accompanying Dhruv with his parents. He was going to be the valedictorian. So definitely he would give a farewell speech. And being with him means every single person that would be present at that convocation would look at her.