The first time I saw her we were in 9th grade. She was splendiferous. I fell for her looks: The dark curly hair, the brown eyes, the long lashes, and the dimples….Oh the dimples! She was exactly the kind of girl any guy would like to show off to his friends. There were many guys who were head over heels in love with her, but obvious im the hero of the story.
I tried every way to get in touch with her, Phone number, Email id…everything, but in vain. She made sure no stranger could get to communicate with her. She was my first major crush; I wouldn't let her go easily. She had to notice me. There were many guys who dreamt of going out with her, but I am the hero of this story. My friends and I made a huge deal out of my crush. In some time her name was involved with mine. Everyone knew that I was gaga over her, and everyone thought it was really cute, the way I liked her, they said we'd make a good pair and that good girls always fall for the bad, naughty type of guys, and we were all waiting for her to respond… But she dint. Not even when I linked her name with mine. Finally everyone realized that she would never go out with me. I looked like the loser, and to me she looked like the b****. After a while I forgot about her.
After three years I saw her again. We were in the same Mathematics tuitions. Involuntarily I was attracted to her again. But this time It wasn't just her ravishing beauty that drew me to her; Everything about her Put me into a trance. I was a good math student, but suddenly my grades started falling. I couldn't help it, I always kind of got mesmerized by her. I stared at her for those two hours of math tuitions 5 times a week. It was sick. She was the only thing I thought about! I hated it. Hated the way I couldn't not look at her, hated the way everyone loved her, Hated the way it made me smile when she blushed a deep scarlet when she did or said something embarrassing, hated the way I got annoyed with my friends every time they mentioned how beautiful she was, I hated the way I lost my confidence and started getting nervous every time she said a word or two to me, I hated the way I was falling bad for her, but what I hated the most was how I could not hate her for all these things!
This time I did not make a huge deal out of my crush. I had changed a lot since 9th grade. I wasn't the naughty guy I used to be. I guess it was just a phase, ever guy went through. I wasn't a bad boy now. Well if the good girl dint fall for the bad guy she would definitely fall for the good one. But she just seemed not to fall for anything! After the last time, I knew better not to.. She smiled at me cause we studied in the same room for 2 hours every weekdays, yet she did not accept my invitation on any social network neither did she give me her number. She wasn't playing hard to get….she just was!
After 12th standard, I went to Delhi for my higher studies, When I was in the my third year of engineering course, byt best friend was getting married. When I asked him why he was getting married, his answer made me laugh so hard, that I almost barfed the lunch I had. Love. Yeah right. Well anyways I came back for his wedding. It was just like old times, with my old friends. We had a blast shopping , organizing the parties and hitting on the girls. Most of his cousin brothers were all trying their luck for this one particular girl. Knowing their choice, I dint even want to look at her. I was pretty sure she was the type of girl, who applied so much of makeup that she was almost squashed down by the weight of the layers of compact powder, blush and the other things she applied on her little face, She would be wearing High heeled shoes and would keep tripping over flat surface every other second and she would bat her eyelashes and twirl her elaborately curled hair, knocking these psycho guys down. But when one of them showed her to me. My jaws dropped. She was exactly not that type of girl I thought she would be: she had natural curly brown hair {which she did not twirl}, she had minimum makeup {or maybe she applied it so well, that it looked natural}, She was wearing an elegant sari {Not the bling-bling types}, she walked gracefully even with her stilettos . I hoped that I did not look like the loser cousins my best friend had, staring at her. But I couldn't help it. my attention fixated as though by a spell . I don't know how long I stood there staring at her dark brown curly hair, her long eyelashes, her dimples….oh the dimples! She turned out to be much more gorgeous than before. Her brown hair curled down to her shoulders, she looked taller and more poised and her skin was glowing. I couldn't belive it! Third time. Why cant I just get over it? She caught me staring at her, she frowned but then a flicker of recognition crossed her face and she smiled slightly. And how could I not smile back? I took a step ahead to talk to her, but someone called her and walked off. And I never got a chance to speak to her during the whole wedding ordeal. I tried not to give her much attention, which was pretty hard since the loser cousins kept on giving the other a in-depth detail about her. It made me slightly angry at first, but then I found it hilarious. She would never fall for her any of them. Forget fall for them, I am sure she dint even notice them! The wedding got over, And I went back to Delhi. Before going back of course I tried getting her number and her email id which I dint { so not to my surprise} and my friend request in facebook was still pending! I got irritated then, it was too much. It was obviously because she was so gorgeous. Every beautiful girl had to have attitude problems. Again I felt like the irritated 9th grader and again I thought she was a b****.
Now I look at my fianc. She is beautiful! She catches me staring at her and smiles at me and it suddenly makes me feel lighter. I don't think ill ever get over it. My friends and cousins walk over to me to congratulate me and am hardly paying attention to what they are speaking. I just looked at her, her beautiful brown eyes, her curly hair, the long eyelashes, the dimples….oh the dimples! She looks at me again and blushes a deep scarlet. One of my friend says that am really lucky that im getting married to her, like I already don't know.
Ive had a couple of girlfriends before, who are much prettier and smarter than her,
one of them who I really liked, but they weren't the type who I could introduce to my mother neither did their smile have the effect she had on me. I hated myself for thinking she was a b****. I just grew to respect her, the way she protected herself from all the guys who were in love with her. Maybe if she accepted my facebook request I wouldn't like her as much I do now. I close my eyes and thank God for my love.
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
Advocate Anjali Awasthi
