"Hey Geet , living up to your name are you? ", he says as he sits next to me. His black acoustic guitar perched on his lap.
"Seriously, your voice, it stirs something so deep in me that I am transported to another world. I have started enjoying guitar all the more since I heard you sing."
As he speaks his eyes concentrate on strumming the metallic strings of his guitar with a plectrum.
The plectrum, I notice is a dark shade of chocolate brown just like his eyes.
I watch his beautiful long fingers at work and wait for him to look up.
When he does so I smile. The smile that I have reserved just for him.
His eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. He keeps the plectrum in his T-shirt's pocket.
"I do not understand you at all. I just complimented you. Instead of blushing or offering me a thank you, you just smile. Don't you speak at all? "
He stands up slinging the guitar across his torso.
I look up to see his radiant face glowing in the sunlight that is coming through the window. I can see his shadow that has formed behind him.
As I look at his face again a weird thought crosses my mind.
Will he mind if touch his cheeks to feel his stubble against my hand or if I sweep his hair away from his forehead.?I fist my hands against my veil and instead offer him a thank you for the compliments.
As if he has read my thoughts, he stares at my face. My eyes fail to meet his, my fingers playing with the end of the veil.
Gathering some courage I look up to find him smiling at me.
The smile, where his lips curl a little letting those dimples adorn his face.
And just like that he sends my heart in frenzy.
I sit there bathing in the warmth of those chocolate brown pair thawing my resistance against all those emotions his presence evokes.
I see his tall figure; the guitar slung on his back turn around and walks away from me and his lips whistling too familiar a tone.
This song we have been practicing together for a month now.
He says he doesn't understand me.
It is not too big a deal. Certainly not.
Because it's been a month since I have become a stranger to myself.
The pace which my heart picks up when he is around is unfamiliar to me.
The swelling of my heart when he praises me, I have never felt before.
I have always found solace in my own company.
But now when I close my eyes it is him I find and when I open them it is him whom I seek.
Together with him every song becomes a prayer.
The enormity of my feelings scares me and so I keep fooling myself.
I like to believe that I don't know what's happening to me.
But the truth is that I know. I have known it since a long time now.
I can still hear the familiar tone in the empty hall.
Manchala...Mann chala...teri ore
Its time to accept ...
I love him. I love Maan
And as if he can hear me, he stops abruptly.
My heart, it stops beating.
He turns around. Again. This time to face me.
His eyes find mine. I keep looking at him.
He winks at me. I keep looking on. I am too stunned to react.
And then he showers me one of those smiles which I have come to learn he reserves just for me.
I watch as his right hand moves to his lips and then towards me in a slow motion.
A flyng kiss. He gives me a flying kiss.
And just like that my heart goes in frenzy all over again.
Manchala ...mann chala teri ore
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