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Hey darlings,
Me inspired from Shika's 13 something sentence OS, have come up with my OS below. I don't usually write OSes because I am not really good at it. But anyhow I wrote the below piece and thought of posting it. Have fun reading it! Lots of love.
It was the usual day of my weekend classes. The nutty professor who always put me in a spot was on for the first hour. I was already bored. I stood outside the class admiring the scenery. The old nondescript building in front which had its sides slightly blackened because of the chimney of the factory next door. There was an acrid scent of polluting smoke. Not the most romantic of weathers. And I was known to be a die hard romantic. My romantic escapades included and were not limited to watching old classic movies and musicals over and over. I had seen the Sound of Music everyday for a year. My favorite characters in that movie were the first daughter Lisa and her German soldier lover. I absolutely adore war time romantic stories. They are the best. What was love if there was not a threat of separation or a promise to cherish the dear one for eternity?
I had looked in vain for the perfect person to fall in love with. Everyday in college and weekend class my eyes scourged the entire attendance roster for the most likely name that could be joined with mine. As long as the boy looked like Salman Khan from some angle, was willing to pledge all of his heart to me and had a noisy bike, I was game. Although the sad fact was all these 'eligible' boys were not interested in a gawky tall teenager like me. Before I forget let me also mention I wear braces to push back my buck teeth. Some people say I look cute with it. I looked up the meaning of cute in a dictionary. I don't know squat but the dictionary said 'cute = ugly but tolerable'. No kidding.
So I had greatly reduced my list of must haves for the boy of my dreams. Until it came to a point where I sounded a bit desperate even to my own ears. I had all but given up. I would leave this painful arduous task to my poor parents. They would have to go through this one last ordeal for the mistake of giving birth to me. I had heard some arguments when they fought and thought I was not there. I was apparently an 'accident'. I did not really mind because I convinced myself that I was conceived through a moment of passion. But turned out both my parents were newbies to the entire mating game and did not know how to use contraception properly.
Anyway so I was born. Luckily not out of wedlock. I don't really know how couple of people so mismatched could end up falling in love. Probably my mom wore braces and my dad wore big glasses. Whatever reason they fell in love with each other for, they were my inspiration. But now things were hard. May be I was not pretty enough for love at first sight and not deep enough for beauty that was not skin deep.
I just bided my time to see where fate would take me. And then I spotted him. It was his eyes that did me in. They were a peculiar shade of brown that gave his eyes a haunting look while maintaining a child like innocence. I found myself smiling for no reason. All the while watching him from the corner of my eye just so he would notice I had a good smile and that I had braces. I wanted to make the correct first impression you see. No point in getting my hopes up, him actually noticing me, falling a little in love, then noticing my braces and get disappointed. I wanted the order to be notice my braces, notice me, really notice me, fall in love with me and we live happily ever after.
But it was not meant to be. He was actually oblivious to my existence for a good many days. I feigned a lack of feeling from my end for my own benefit. But deep down, well as deep as I could go down, I was disappointed. He was my last desperate hope. He was someone who fit the bill. He had everything I had ever hoped for. How did I know without even talking to him? Well I just knew.
I was bitter and life seemed dull. I walked one day out of the class right in the middle of the lesson from nutty professor. He called after me. But I did not hear him. I was too involved with Mr Eyes. But turns out even my grand showy exit to exhibit the depth of my feelings to only myself was a non show. The class ended two minutes later. By the time it did though I had walked till the parking lot. There was a beggar woman there who seemed fresh on the block. She looked at me with a pathetic expression on her face that pleaded out to me. Normally I am immune to the emotional rants of distressed women. But that day something happened. May be it was just the gloomy cloudy day or the disappointment of being invisible; something about that woman's pleas struck a chord with my heart. Mechanically I opened my purse and fished out the first note I could find. Without even looking at its denomination, I handed it over to the beggar lady. The beggar's eyes became teary looking at the hundred and she said with all her heart, "May you have today whatever your heart desires." For one moment I was speechless. She pated me on my back, turned and walked away. Something made me turn 270 degrees and then I saw him. Mr Eyes. Looking at the entire scenario. He smiled. I knew then that I had started my own love story.
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