Declarations of love. They are like these kodak moments that you want to just capture in your mind forever and perhaps even physically put into in a snow globe filled with confetti and snow and dreams. Oh yes, they are incredibly and wildly far-fetched and sometimes unrealistic to the world, but is it so?
I have often wondered if true love revolves around such grand declarations of love and gestures. And because of Arjun, Hell! Since Arjun entered Varma Mansion for the very first time, I have questioned so many things that I was sure about in my life. Its like the threads of my life are knotted to the threads of his life now. The past two weeks have been the best days I've lived. Not just because I feel like he was the one I was meant to find but also because our relationship is so imperfectly perfect.
However, today I find myself repeatedly questioning our future. I'm not a stupid girl, I'm not about to throw my life away for anyone, not even the boy who brightens up my whole world just with a smile, the boy who ignites a roaring fire of passion and excitement in every cell of my body, the boy who makes me hungry for his touch and whose eyes are the same color as mine.
These influx of emotions, thoughts and feelings are truly driving me nuts. For gods sake! There is only so much a 15-year-old girl can handle.
I set down my cup of English Breakfast tea and gorge down some sprouts and honeyed apple. Wiping my lips clean, I pick up two rosemary hummus sandwiches packed in foil and put it in my bag with a water bottle.
Its stage rehearsal day and -bloody hell- Im nervous.
For as long as I can remember, which is well, 11 years, our ballet programs always happen at Chowdiah Memorial Hall. Too many emotional and wonderful memories are connected to this place and I absolutely love the aura and vibe the auditorium projects.
There is a crap ton of work we need to cover today. Right from positioning on stage, lighting, music, practicing bows, stage spacing, acquiring the feel of the wood, getting accustomed to on-the-dot timing and being assigned places backstage in the greenrooms. Its a lot of fun, but Miss Shona is usually in Dragon mode.
I reach the auditorium around 9 and by 11 we finish warming up and The Cinderella 3 times. After that, all the groups practice their dances respectively and Arjun and I fix a few things Miss Shona wanted us to alter in the dance. So we're practicing backstage in the greenroom and I'm doing a series of turns when I quietly say. "You are my center when I spin away."
"Radiohead." He blurts.
My mouth drops open. "Oh my god." I spin to face him. "You actually guessed it."
His cheeks fetch a crimson shade. He's shy. "Of course."
"Wow." I cover my mouth with both my hands.
Arjun's face cracks as he smiles brightly, and I catch sight of his perfect white teeth grin.
"Okay," I start recovering from my minor heart arrest. "Guess this."
"Alia really?" My dance partners shoulders visibly drop. Debbie Downer. Humph
"Yes!" I nod affectively.
"Fine, go." He shoots and I clap my hands.
"Love looks not with the eyes." I quote.
Arjun looks seriously offended. "Are you seriously quoting Shakespeare at me?"
"Its beautiful isnt it?" I gaze at him with wonder.
He raises his brows and nods as though saying any doubt?
"Never say no when you really want to say yes." I continue, quoting my favorite lines, every bit of self control evaporating from my little body.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Him and Me
Teen Fiction"If you were a boy, I'd ask you to take off your t-shirt for spoiling mine." He retorts "If this wasn't a restaurant I'd slap you across your arrogant face". I spit with anger. Alia plays the role of Cinderella in her Ballet Academy. One fine night...
