Chapter 1

'Never Regret'

It was like just another one of those dark and still nights where I walked with silent tears in my heart just to taste another moment of my loneliness. I sat motionless with my numb mind. I closed my eyes only to wish I could remain like this forever. The silence I was enduring made me feel a sense of satisfaction; I stood up to look out of my closed window. It was 11 pm and the neighborhood was calm, the street lights were dim , everybody was resting in their sweet dreams. I placed my ear close to the window so I could hear the silent breeze, it made me smile. Once more I gazed through the empty streets just when my eyes caught upon a boy close to my age staring at me. It got me scared and I ran away from there jumping onto my bed. The long run made me feel breathless; I reached out to a glass of water on the table. I calmed myself down without realizing what just had happened and tried to shifting positions so I could sleep. I dreamt that night , a guy whom I didn't recognize because he was very far from me , looking intently towards me and then he vanished in thin air.

I woke up the next morning feeling content. The night had arrived again and it was 11 pm on the clock , I wanted to look out of the window yet again to experience the feeling I got yesterday. I moved the curtain and looked out , I was yet again terrified to see the same guy watching me deeply , just as I turned up. It was like he was waiting for me. Just like last night I ran to my bed trying to control my breathlessness. This happened every night sharp 11 pm , but gradually I started to feel comfortable his gazing at me. I couldn't help but look in his blue eyes which was noticeable even from far. I stopped running to my room the moment he saw me but instead we stared at each other smiling for long times until I felt even shy to leave the place to my bed. I didn't experience any breathlessness but I went to bed smiling. I don't what made me do that or what did I get by just looking at him. 'Who is he?' 'Where did he come from?' 'Why does he look at me like that?' all these questions were wandering in my mind but I refused to answer them.

This went on for a week and on the 7^th day I came home late from a gathering, by 11:30. I laughed and smiled energetically with my family covering up my gloomy side. Without me realizing he was standing behind the car next to ours. My dupatta caressing his face, which made him smile. I went up to my window again but he wasn't there. I went up to the window everyday but I didn't notice any sign of him , It had got me worried. I went through the same dark night with tears in my heart and which were visible in my eyes and cheeks. I again ran to the window hoping to at least catch a glimpse of 'him'. He was there, my heart felt thrilled still not knowing how he always manages to do that , but this time I couldn't smile , there were way to much tears bottled inside me that needed to make their way out. I cried looking at him and he looked at me with concern. Just when I tried to smile unsuccessfully his eyes seemed mysterious. I couldn't make out what he was feeling, he then ran rapidly , a speed that I had never seen. He ran to his right side where my entrance door was. Something in me told me that he was coming to me , It was amazing how I knew what his next step would be. With tears still flowing from my eyes I reached to the door , not sure if I wanted to open it. I peeped through the hole on my door as he ran towards it. It was the first time I saw him from near, even though it was from a small hole. His expressive blue eyes were the same; his wide shaped eyebrows complemented his beautiful eyes. His lips were breathtaking and his hair seemed so fresh with a few strands acting as a shade to his gorgeous face. He stopped right in front of my door. I had a feeling he was going to knock, and he was , but he stopped himself. Instead, he kept a small simple brown box down on the welcome mat and went away. I opened the door without thinking for the second time and picked up the box. I closed the door as quiet as possible so no one would wake up. I sat on the floor resting my back at the door. I took a deep breath and opened the box. It had a small piece of paper which had

'Always Smile...and Take care' written in a normal handwriting. My tears stopped flowing and as far I could remember, it was after long that I felt TRULY happy. I ran to my room dancing, I didn't want to control my feelings as they kept flowing. For the first time these words made the correct sense to me. It made me smile and made feel spot on happy. I waited for him to show up at night for about one 2 months but he never came back  after that beautiful night.

After three years , today whenever I think about 'him' I smile. I never answered questions like 'why did he come?' and I will never questions like 'Where did he go?'.

As the saying goes