____________________ Proposing A Girl- Phase 2______________________
It was a crazy feeling. I knew I was doing something very horrible. But who cares? I loved the game, especially this one. It was like the tiger smells blood; give him some!
The rumours, I knew were the indication to launch the second phase of my plan- lights, camera… action!
I waited till the seventh period, which I knew would leave the exact time required to leave a gigantic effect. Just as the seventh period started, I dashed out of the class; I started running in the corridors, asking people where Neeraj was? After a few minutes of fake search I came back to class to find Neeraj sitting on his seat, munching lays.
He was startled when I held him by his collar. “You basturd! Why did you spread the rumours?”
‘Huh? What? What’s the problem?’
“This is the final time… I am warning you….”
‘But Harsh…yaar what’s the …’
“Oh no…don’t you dare Harsh me…understand?”
I left the class to infuse the scene with more authenticity. At the back of my eyes, I could here a couple of voices asking Neeraj about the issue, but he replied that he didn’t know anything. Its strange that whenever people like Neerak who are the roots of rumours, say the truth many just don’t believe them, while the same people swallow all their lies as universal truths.
Valentines was just 20 days away and I knew this would be the perfect timing to propose a girl. As the Valentines Day approaches, the girls start showing attitude to even the cool dudes, if they propose them. But inside somewhere, every girl wishes to be offered a red-rose; to be cared and loved by someone on that special day.
Phase three: ‘aar ya paar’
Every engineer tests his prototype, before embarking on the actualisation of his plans; I was no different. The drama was unfolding in a manner I wished it to. I knew that Neeraj would have gone to shalee, narrating the whole thing. As soon as the school was over I jumped out of the class and dashed to the place where she used to wait for one of her senior friend, who used to accompany her to home. I stepped back a few meters seeing her approaching the place. Then, tadaah… the game begun!
I knew she would have noticed me coming towards her, but that was what I really wanted to happen.
“Hi shalee…! I am sorry about the whole rumours and stuff…” paused to read her face. No change just a plain smile. Huh? How could she be so emotionless or rather reaction-less??
“See…I …I am sorry about this whole crap…It’s my mistake …I shouldn’t have told him.” The smile on her face begins to widen. So I continued.
“I did like had an attraction to you in the beginning of the session…..but….” a pre-planned pause to check if the smile would vanish and give was to anguish. But the smile was still there, in fact even more conspicuous of what might be going through her mind.
“I know I should have approached you in the first place, but … I was apprehensive thinking you might reject me. After all I am not the types most girls like.”
‘Who told you that? And you are not afraid now, that I might reject you?’ she said with a confident tone (and a blushing face!).
“Well….I thought…now its ….leave it… I am sorry… I got your answer!” I turned my back and started walking. Somewhere in my mind I was wishing for her to call me. ‘C’mon call me you idiot’ I murmured.
‘Hey wait a second… who said no?’ she said. Bull’s-eye! I turned with a properly blended animated smile of happiness, excitement and bewilderment.
“Shalee…did I? …seriously…? I can’t believe it!” Which as a matter of fact actually meant – I knew it!
‘I didn’t say yes as well! I will give you my answer on Valentines Day. Till then wait.’ Now if she or be any other girl had to reject such an offer they would have never called the guy back. Nor postpone the reply. So I was pretty sure about her answer. But Valentine’s was at least two weeks away and I didn’t want to postpone my treat.
“Can’t wait till then…take you time …and reply me by tomorrow. Ok?”
‘What?’ She almost giggled. I never noticed that she had dimples. Not even when I proposed her. They looked so beautiful on her dusky cheeks, with strands of hair brushing through the side of her eyes. Wait a second. This can’t be. It was the same old feeling, which I once had in the theatre. Oh no! Not again!
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