The previous post about the dream, kept coming back to me many days. I don't know the reason, I don't know the person, but it keeps coming back to haunt me. Imagine the after-effects if it was not just a dream but something real.
My classes have started to get over, in line with the timelines, so that we can prepare for exams through self studies. There was an inverse proportion to the staring with Miss Lemon, who, in my mind, started staring a lot more as classes were drawing to a close. There was also Miss Article and her friends around her, specially one we called "Miss Wrestler", who was so fit and health, I could never dare approach Miss Article.
Its abt time that I mention something sweet related to those classes, and a person I (almost) met there, whom we will call Miss Article. The setting was my school reunion, and I parked my car (it was a long luxury sedan ) and came out, wearing a translucent bright white shirt with trousers. I had short hair, slim and smart looking me (very Bond-like, if I may be allowed to add). At the gate only I saw salsa like dance, and saw Miss Article with her impeccable styling sense (stylish, smart, simple, sensible and sober) coming up to me, with a hand calling me to dance. And we did jive. I, and she too, were flat, madly in love types. But she tripped somehow, and I caught her in my arms.
Her Miss-Straight-hair-and-super-slim came to her rescue but she was already lost in my eyes. Before I knew, a huge crowd had gathered and she just said "I love you" and kissed my cheek.. And I, without thinking twice, without even thinking about she-who-shall-not-be-named, just said "Me too". I was rock solid, she with her staring eyes and awesome smile in my arms, and a huge crowd of school alumni around us....And then... and then I woke up!
Now to be very honest I did like Miss Article- her looks were sweet and yet intense, a perfect my-type- the way she tied her hair, no makeup with just kajal, her dressing style (both traditional and western) - right down to her footwear (ok, there was a lot of distance but I have 4 eyes) - it was all just fundu! On one or two occasions, I did feel she wanted me to talk to her, to be a man and take the first initiative, but she didn't know I was I.
So I liked Miss Article. And the funny thing was that continuous staring and my interpretation, or lack thereof. Once I thought she told me, through this EYE Talk method, to take the initiative and talk. At other times I thought she was contemplating if she should take the initiative, considering me to be this stupidly shy. At times I even felt she was irritated, with this guy who is so responsive, who always replied to her stares - with one from his side :-).
I did not understand yet, and might never ever be able to do so in the future, why was it that she did stare, I mean why? Interested? Irritated? Annoyed? What? If irritated, why not bloody sit somewhere else. If not, why waiting for somebody else to take the first move? You ought to be sure of a guy's credentials when he does not come down to hit on you, after all that staring. And if he doesn't, you should.
Again, once while in class I thought that her stare said "talk today, I won't come again." My worst fears came true when I didn't see more of her, or her stares, again. I wished she'd study well, if she had exams soon. Inside me, I felt bad. I really liked someone after sooooo much time.. I really felt I'd talk to her, if I'd ever meet her again. I promised myself, citing the fact that life is so short. You never know what might happen.. One might not live another moment, so why not live life to the fullest, so that one dies peacefully? And just before the last class, I had an intuition that she'd come. I was ready - if she'd come, I'd talk. She did come. We did stare. Her stares were kinda final, the ones that said "six months on, you're still staring. Talk today,pls. We might never meet again."
And I just hate this shy part of me. I'd definitely talk to her, if we meet again. Just once...
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