The beAuTifuL sTraNger

“Ok pal, see you next time you come home”. I was shouting my voice off. Man I’ll miss Abdul. But that’s fine. I’ll bring him to Bangalore after I settle down there. After all, he was my best friend.

I was going to Bangalore to join Siemens as a software engineer. I’ve never been to Bangalore in my life before. But I have a good idea about the place. If what I heard is right, I’m gonna meet a lot of hot girls there. Coming from a place like Kerala, the word hot chicks mean a lot to me. And I think I’m speaking for every other guy when I say that.

The bus started from Trivandrum, and was supposed to get here an hour ago. I was really sad to say goodbye to Abdul until I saw the girl sitting in seat 23, which was the one beside mine. I could say she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life, but that would be an understatement. She was wearing jeans and a pink T-shirt. And she looked really good in that. I started to believe in angels. There will be one sitting right beside me for this trip.

“Excuse me, Can I get in? “.

“Sure”.

She moved aside to let me in. A window seat and hot girl beside you. What more can you get? This was my day. I thought of starting off with a conversation, but then, that would seem too desperate. Let the bus move. That was the longest 4 minutes of my life. Man, time really moves slow at times.

“So, what are you doing in Bangalore? ”.

“I’m working at Infosys”.

“Cool, I’m working at Siemens”.

“Hey, that’s right beside our campus”.

“Great. By the way, I’m Kevin”.

“Hi Kevin, nice to meet you, I’m Nitika”.

What do you do when you really don’t know what to say next? Look out the window? Take out your phone and pretend to make a call? Read some messages? I went for the ‘make the call’ routine and called 123.

She had an iPod to her ears. Stupid Apple Inc. Why did they make the iPod- stupid conversation-killer machine? I started looking out the window. It is going to be a long day today.

I turned around looking here and there once in a while just to get a glimpse of her. It’s really hard to talk to hot girls. The words just dry up. And this one was way too much for me. An angel in a Volvo.

It was about 9.30 when we got our blankets. Time to sleep. She still had her iPod to her ears. I couldn’t sleep. So I sat there looking out the window for another hour or so. Then when I turned back, she was sound asleep. I could see her beautiful face so calm and serene. I can look at her all night long. It was the best Volvo journey ever in my life. Maybe it was the cold but I don’t know when I fell asleep. I was standing in a garden of lilies. And there she was, the girl of my dreams. She was running towards me with some flowers in her hand. She was more beautiful than before. She got hold of my hand, and was about to give me the flowers when I heard a horn beside me.

“What the?”, I mumbled. I checked the time. It was 5 in the morning. Some truck has honked its horn right beside my window. We’re almost there. Damn it. When did I doze off? I looked at the girl. She had the blanket over her head. Damn again. I started to sleep, hoping to see the rest of the dream.

“Hey pal, get up. We’re here”.

I woke up to see a horrible creature right beside me.

“Whoaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!”.

I screamed so loud all the other people on the bus were staring at me. Where did the beautiful girl go? And where did this girl-kinda-thing come from? I was beginning to come into my senses. How come this girl is wearing the same dress as the other one? And her voice sounds similar too. Was I dreaming about the hot girl? No way. She was real for sure. I couldn’t believe it. So angels are devils in disguise. I stood up, got my bag and started for the door, never looking back once. That horrible face got imprinted in my head, forever. That’s the day I learned one of the most important lessons in life, a lesson so horrific. It’s sad but true friends. There is a lot of makeup in this world.

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There was this girl in my college. I remember when I first saw her. That was the day I fell in love for the first time. She was sitting in the library reading a reader’s digest. To this day, I have absolutely no idea what I was doing there on that fine Wednesday morning.

I didn’t know this was love. How can I? I’ve never loved anyone before. But then again, I’ve never had such a feeling in my life. So this must be what being in love feels like. Aha! Now what could I do about it. I knew I couldn’t tell her how I feel. No way. What would she feel? How would she react? For Christ’s sake, she doesn’t even know me. Even though the real reason behind it was my lack of guts, I cannot admit it here. I couldn’t sleep for 3 days. She was all that was in my head. And the funny thing was that she had absolutely no idea about it.

I’ll call her Nisha. You can call her any other name you want to. She wasn’t very beautiful to my friends. But she had something in her that stole my heart away. She was too naïve. She was too simple. She was too different. She was too good for a guy like me.

We were in the same class for the last 4 years. We spent a lot of time together. She used to teach me before the exams. She used to write my assignments all the time. She used to give my attendance when I bunked classes. I always felt special when I was with her. But she never knew I loved her so much.

She gave me a watch on our farewell day. She always knew I loved watches. It was a titan fast-track. Red, my favorite colour. It must have cost her a fortune. She told me she’d miss me after we leave. She had no idea how I’d feel. I thought of letting her know my feelings for her. But then, what if she didn’t feel the same way? It would be awkward. What if it jeopardizes our friendship? I couldn’t live with that.

She’s getting married this month. She called me yesterday. I said I’d come. She sounded very happy. After all, she’s marrying a very successful guy. I think I’ll let my feelings for her die with me. After all, I’m too late now. I should get her something. Maybe a watch.

For all the people out there who got this far, I would like to say that this is not my story. Also, this is not a work of fiction. It’s your own. Almost all of us have had a crush on someone we’ve met someplace. And almost all of us have never let them know our feelings for them. This is how almost all our stories end. Maybe we’re missing out on something in our lives. But who knows, we’ve never tried further.

The author of this piece of work would like to stress on the fact once again that this is not his life story. For the record,
· The ‘I’ referenced in the above article has nothing to do with me.
· I have never been to the library.
· The girl has nothing to do with any girl getting married this month, or any other month for that matter.
· I don’t wear a watch. Especially a red one.