Swaron Os: Swayam's Crush.
I could feel the cool breeze rush past me as I stood on the pavement, waiting, for 'HIM'
But he seems late today, I have been waiting over here from the past 15 minutes and there is no trace of him.
It's been 2 months since I am longing to see him, 2 whole months !!!!
And he oblivious to my feelings is late.
Just when I realize that I am losing patience and decide to return home, I see his lean and charming figure crossing the road.
His sight subsides my anger, I am lost looking at his approaching figure, lost in his deep, brown eyes as he comes near me, lost in his warmth when he hugs me.
"Hey !" , he greets me.
" Hi !", I reply, but suddenly I realize that I was SUPPOSED to be cross with him for coming late.
I turn around and say "Swayam I am going home."
"Why?" He asks.
Though I didn't look at his face I knew that he would be tensed.
I reply by saying, " Swayam, you are super late, do you know I have been waiting here from the past 15 minutes?"
"What?? But why, we were supposed to meet at nine o' clock and here I am before time."
I turn around in shock and look at my watch , 8: 45 .
"What the Hell???" I scream loud, earning glares from the passer-bys.
"Sharon, Sharon calm down." Typical Swayam.
"Swayam, I am sorry, it was my fault, I came early and was blaming you, I am sorry" I plead.
"Hey Sharon, it's ok, I know that my girlfriend is more eager to meet me than me , more so she comes half an hour early for the date." Smiling and coming closer, he says softly in my ear "Am I not right, Miss Sharon Raiprakash ?"
I look down, unable to meet his eyes, but he is Swayam Shekhawat, he quickly notices me blush and says " Ufff…." Making my already pink cheeks darken.
" Well Sharon due you know, your cheeks match the colour of your gift?"
What??" I ask, now looking directly into his eyes, and yet blushing furiously.
"Yeah your cheeks are crimson , so is the gift"
Gosh, how am I supposed to stop blushing, specially when he is around.
"Oh , so where is it?" I try to sound as normal as I can, controlling my excitement as well as you know, the blush.
"You have to wait for that madame" saying so, he smirks, gosh that's cherry on the cake.
"Ok gentleman, now should we proceed with our date?"
"Yes of course"
We walk a short distance, the cool breeze yet trying to play with my hair, I tuck a strand behind my ear, that's when I notice his gaze on me.
He quickly understands my question and replies by coming closer, by then the same strand of hair find its way out from behind my ear , he gently tucks it behind with his soft fingers and then whispers into my ears "You look beautiful."
I reply with a mere thanks , but both of us knew what it meant to me. Silence is stronger than words , this was an apt saying for the two of us.
We walk slowly, trying to spend as much time as possible together.
He stops all of a sudden and asks me to wait. Without a reply, he walks off.
WAIT !!!!!!!! Again???????????.hmph.
I see him crossing the road , he takes a cycle and returns.
"So we will go on this?" I ask , clearly amazed at his behavior.
"Yes we will, hop on" He says, excitement , clear in his tone.
The cycle had two seats and two sets of pedals , so I would be quite comfortable , if it wasn't for the heels I was wearing. Swayam , didn't take notice of me and began cycling .
As we cycled the wind grew stronger , I loved the feeling, only if I would be more closer to him.sigh…
He asks me stop at that point, and thinking that he read my mind, I get nervous.
We change our cycle, to a normal one.
Without me asking he replies " I knew that you would wear your heels and wont be comfortable with them, so now you try and sit here in the front , while I ride"
I smile , knowing that he is concerned.
I sit where told, the wind grew stronger by the minute.
We decided against cycling and walk instead.
"Don't you think its gonna rain?" He asks me while looking above at the dark clouds.
"Yeah , maybe" I answer while silently praying for a shower .
"Ye re, Ye re Pausa,
Tulla Deto Paisa,
Paisa jalla Khota,
Paus aala motha" He stretches his arms after the last word.
He was looking so adorable, an innocent and cute smile plastered on his face.
"Awww …. Chwayam, that was chooo cute, but" I pout, " I didn't understand it.hmmph"
"Charon don't worry I will teach you" he replied like a 5- year old offering a chocolate to his friend.
"hehehe So what did it mean?" I ask.
"It is actually a marathi rhyme, which I was taught by a friend." His face brightens up , remembering his 'friend.'
"Oh so will you , my 'boyfriend' teach it to me?" I look at him, trying to make my eyes as big as possible, and stressing on the word Boyfriend, to give an effect.
"Yeah I will." He replies and sniggers looking at my face.
"Ok so now , Ye re Ye re pausa means rain please come." He says.
"Ok. Ye re ye re phausa" I try.
"Not phausa, pausa"
"pausa" I try to correct it.
"Yes, next , tulla deto paisa means, I will give you money"
"Ok , talla dheto paisa"
He laughs at me. I frown and say, " It's ok I will learn Marathi one day"
"It's not talla, It's tulla, means you, tulla deto paisa." He tries to suppress his laughter.
"Haan, so, tulla deto paisa, Ok Now??" I ask angrily.
"Yeah, ok, Sorry for laughing." He says in the sweetest voice and makes a puppy face to top it all.
"Ok , ok" I say, trying to sound cold.
"Paisa jhala khota , means that the money is false"
"Paisa jhala khota"
"Paus aala motha, means it rained heavily"
"Paus aala motha" and I stretch my hands imitating him.
He smiles.
"Doesn't this whole poem mean that, we are asking for it to rain and offer it money if it rains, and the money turns out to be false and the rain gets angry and it rains heavily? Right" I try to fathom the poem.
"Absolutely right."He says.
We repeat the poem , this time together, after reciting the poem, I feel wetness on my hand, I look up and realize, that it was raining.
I stretch my arms, close my eyes and take in the pleasure.
After about 10 seconds , I feel a spotlight on me , I look around for Swayam and see him coming towards me, he was completely drenched, his hair was stuck to his face, he was looking smoking hot!!!!!
He holds my wet waist, we dance to the rhythm of the music he had put , the instrumental of 'Pehla Nasha'
We were looking into each others eyes, the heavy downpour of water, the spotlight on us and the song to which we were dancing, the perfect date, not marred by anything.
After the music gets over, we continue dancing, unknown that the music had stopped,
We come out of our trance when I was about to slip and he holds me firmly by the waist.
Both of us burst out laughing and say in chorus, "Filmy ending of the dance."
We walk out of the place back to our homes as it was getting darker.
"By the way Swayam, who was the friend who taught you that poem?" I was curious to know.
He lets out a deep sigh, smiles and says "My first crush when I was in kindergarden, I don't remember her name, but all I know is that she had a lot of chocolates, and would share them only with me, that is the reason, I guess I had a crush on her." He lets out a small giggle.
"Come to think of it now, and it was so funny" he giggles again.
"Yeah funny." I say, feeling uncomfortable that I wasn't his first crush.
"Hey, Sharon you ok?" he asks.
"Yeah, yeah I am ok." I look at the other side.
He holds me by the shoulders and makes me turn "Sharon, I know what you are thinking about" he says this while looking into my eyes.
"Sharon, she was my first crush , and you are my FIRST AND ONLY LOVE" he looks into my eyes, to make his point clear.
"Yeah Swayam I know that don't worry" reply with a reassuring smile.
We reach my house.He gives me a good night kiss and says "Have dreams of me."
While sitting on the bed and looking out of the window, I think about his crush and laugh at him for liking someone with chocolates.
I laugh at myself too, for being insane, after all Swayam did not have a crush on the girl, but his crush was 'Chocolate.'
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