A Story to Tell (continued)...

So was it love at first sight? No. He didn't know what struck him then. He was barely of age then. He never gave much thought of what he witnessed. The last time he met her, he could not string two words together and speak to her. It was an unnerving experience, but he got over it as time passed.


Then he met her again after two years. He was determined to talk to her. He got his chance. A good one at that. It was one of the best hours of his life. He kept talking with her on and on, on and on. He never noticed the passage of time. They covered a myriad of topics including hobbies, birthdays, films, favourites etc etc. It was like getting to know each other after a long gap. But was it just that?


Through the entire conversation he, for the first time in his life, was listening and speaking to someone with utmost freedom. Willing to expose himself as much as he can without realising what he was actually doing, but at the same time trying to know more about her. Alas! all good thing in life do turn out to be short. This wonderful conversation had to be cut short due to her prior commitment with her friend. When the interruption occured the first feeling he felt was one being left alone. He felt weird. Why should he feel like that?


It was then he realised how nice it would be to have this person in life, with whom he just shared so much and would like to share so much more. Someone to whom he can talk about his likes and dislikes without the slightest of reservations. Someone whose thoughts and suggestions he was ready to take in when provided. Someone for whom he was ready to do anything. But is it enough that he likes her so much? Shouldn't that be mutual as well?


He understood what he felt could probably not be reciprocated. But he decided he will not give up until he tried atleast once. So then, he tried to communicate to her as often as possible. This proved difficult as his geographic location could not be altered for another two years. But he did contact her once every quarter (if he was lucky), that too not direct. He couldn't help thinking both with optimism and pessimism about his suituation. Nevertheless, he never lost hope. He took this as a learning experience to face the possible extremities of life. Still, he had to tell her...How else will he get to know?...

P.S: Sorry for a delayed sequel!!