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lucky chance to see her randomly through my instinct after my twelfth result. This moment is a little cinematic. Therefore, it is hard for me to forget; in other words, it will be easy for me to remember and I will cherish this as long as I live and feel pain despite the fact that this moment might end up as the last moment, in which I have her near me.

  And I knew; it is with the remembrance of this moment I was going to survive, until I get her another moment to be shared with mine.

  In the following night, my mother and father slept complacently with pride. Though I was the reason behind this, I was restless in the night. I began to think about the things that happened during my result. In retrospect, I started to regret for failing to ask her about the course she wishes to join.

  I am as blank as a last bench student’s exam paper, about the course she will join. If I have asked her, then I will also choose the same course in the Engineering counselling. In the counselling students can choose the college based on the % of marks they have got in their 12th public exam. There is a mere difference between hers and my marks but an ocean of students would part us in that mere marks. Similarly, there is only a little chance for me to meet her on the counselling, which is going to be held in the next month.

  So once again, I started to regret for missing the golden chance of speaking with her.

  After I have fallen in love with her, I regret more than rejoicing. If I had not loved her, then I would have nothing to worry about. I used to rejoice in every single second of my life but now,

  “Why should I brood over the minutes, I miss her?”

  “Why should I yearn for her now to come into my life?”

  “Why am I in love, as never before?”

  To me how she happened? Thinking of this always makes me feel great and wonder….

  2.HOW I MET HER:

  There are two kinds of lovers in this world. The first kind falls in love at their first sight while the other feels after sometime-some days, weeks, months or years that they have actually fallen in love at their first sight itself. I belong to the second kind, but I did not remember when I had actually fallen in love with her, when she happened to me four years ago.

  My father being a government employee, got transferred every three years. So, our family had to shift every time to a new house, which was to be within proximity of our father’s office. That time we shifted to a big town. My mother as usual was successful in establishing a strong relationship with the neighbouring families in one day’s time.

  I had no other option but to leave my old school because I didn’t wish to stay in the hostel. I joined the new school suggested to me by one of my father’s friends, whose son was already studying in that school.

  After spending my eighth standard holidays, I entered as a freshman to that new school for my ninth standard.

  It was my first day. When I entered the class, I was really surprised because my father’s friend’s son turned out to be in the same section of class as I was. His name was Syed. I knew he was studying in that school but I didn’t imagine that I would also be in the same section of his class. We hardly knew each other. One time we played cricket together in the ground near our house. Hence, we knew each other’s name and nothing more than that.

  Then I went to the last bench and sat there, as it was the only seat available for me. Few students inquired about me, and I started responding to them. Few become friends with me even in our first meeting in the class.

  In my first period, my class teacher asked the new students to introduce themselves. As I stood up I noticed that I was the only one standing up. I understood that I was the only new student to their school. I introduced myself by saying my name and the reason for which I had left my old school and my hobbies.

  When I started answering, I saw everyone turning back to look at me, as I was standing on the last bench.

  I didn’t remember every face that looked back at me, but I still remember a face which was in my mind as a rain spattered and impressionistic picture looking back at me. I didn’t remember my first meeting with most of the people but I remembered hers. There must be some special reason behind this. My brain was cunning enough to remember my first meeting with her, yet it never revealed the reason behind this for a few years. It hid this from me, because my brain was afraid that I might not go with its wish to love her during that innocent age. When you fall in love, you would realise the mischievous things done by your brain even without your knowledge.

  That was the first time I saw her. After several years, it was really difficult for me to find out, which was the first time I saw her? One day when I was feeling peaceful and had a lot of time at hand, I thought about this for the whole day. And after analysing all my available memories at last I concluded this moment as the one in which I saw her for the first time.

  I still remember the first day she spoke to me and the first time in my life, she was very close to me. Whenever I think about these moments, my heart starts to blossom together with thousands of roses. It was when our physics teacher asked me to go study with her and the other members of her group.

  As she was the leader of the group, I fathomed that she would be one of the toppers in that class. I say that because in our education system, only toppers of the class were given the post of group leader. This is done by allotting them a group of some average and below average students to be guided by them.

  Mostly, the students who held the group leader post boasted of themselves and assumed that they were holding a Prime Ministerial post. Nevertheless, she was different. She remained humble which suited her calm face. She requested me to open my physics book. Then she began explaining us the structure of an atom as explained by Ruther Ford.

  I still wonder why I was so naïve during the time she spoke to me. I should not at any time have listened to her. If I had done just that, I wouldn't have yearned for her and would have never fallen for her now. All the other lovers who don’t have their sweethearts with them wish they did the same during the time they met their sweethearts for the first time in their life.

  Actually, during that time she had been just a stranger (a little beautiful stranger) to me, and my behaviour with her was as usual as ours’ with someone who has been introduced to us for the first time. At that time, I was never overwhelmed by her beauty. She was just like other girls, and I think then I didn’t know what beauty really meant. I understood what beauty meant only after I met her. Was she that much beautiful?

  Yes, she was much beautiful. Her complexion appeared as if it was made by squeezing the rose petals, which were dropped in white milk for a few days. I wondered whether her shadow would also be pale red in colour. Her common place black hair with its mysterious shining and her exquisite eyes with its innocence like new born baby's eyes just added the essence to her elegant appearance. But the assets that really made her pretty were different; they were not merely the physical attributes. It was the fact that she was ignorant of how much beautiful she was. Her every action authenticating this made her the beautiful angel that was she to me.

  I wish not to appraise much about her beauty. Because if do, then I am afraid that, other girls who are beautiful physically, may envy and the other girls who are beautiful only by their heart may feel sad. Her beauty that projected the Cupid’s arrow in most of the boys’ heart shouldn’t be a reason for hurting both.

  However, to tell the truth it was my eyes, which saw her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world. It is always the love that causes beauty, and it is not the beauty which will induce the love.

  3.ONE, TWO AND THREE:

  The relation between me and Syed first began as the neighbouring acquaintances, and then fate twisted us to study in the same school. As the places were new to me in school, I found it hard to return to th
e same place, whenever I went to some other place. Moreover, our school contained many floors with all the corridors appearing alike. And every class in them looked similar to each other and it really confused me every time. As a result I entered the wrong classes, sometimes in the same floor and often in a different floor.

  Hence to avoid confusions, I always adhered to Syed in the school, and I simply went to the places where he went. I even went to the toilet only if he went there. This was the first reason why we became friends.

  Since my house was near to him, I borrowed books and notes from him after I became aware that he was one of the brightest students in our class. This added the familiarity fuel and ignited our friendship fire. Sometimes we played cricket together near our house. I liked in playing with him very much, though mostly he hit the ball, and I chased it.

  Sometimes we met each other at the bus stop. In the mornings, he usually got ready for school as early as possible. And I had been just opposite of him but when either of our timings matched we met each other at the bus stop. In the evening, both of us would leave the school jointly, else would wait for each other at the bus stop if both one of us were late. And we would come home together. These were the different colours that painted our portrait of