A small town boy, deeply in love with a gal... first a dear friend, then the reason for his making it to the place he truly deserved but would never realise.
There was a young boy Ryan, who lived the usual way, as every guy did during his teens...enjoying roaming about with friends; sit at places for hours, chatting about girls; missing a 7pointer gal was a crime! Where “7pointer” had nothing to do with the grades she got for her subjects...it was a criterion of RATING gals over looks! The one who got an eight was a real “angel”.
He was going well with his usual self, when his life took a turn, and entered a girl, softly, round the corner. He had never known her, but her first glance made him feel as if he was waiting to see her ever since. It was somebody’s wedding, when he saw her, dressed in a salwar-kurta, and could not prevent her seeing him open-mouthed.
They happened to belong to the same stream, and he was glad to realise it. The girl grew more and more upon him... There began to be fewer moments when they were not together. The guy could not realise what took him off his feet, each time she looked at him, smiling. What was there that drew him to her, to listen to whatever she had to say. He got stuck up looking at her several times, and made funny justifications when noticed.
It became excruciating for him to not be able to tell her something he thought, or something that happened to him. Even while away, talking to her through calls or text became a necessity as indispensable as food and air for him. The day she would not turn up for coaching, if at all it happened, would make him restless, and he would not bother to skip himself too.
Talks of parents, to siblings; friends, to teachers...there wasn’t a topic left which wasn’t repeated at least 5 times. Likes and dislikes became common to both. He spent several sleepless nights, thinking about her. It seemed to him as if she was the reason for his existence. Her words became his code of conduct.
He could not let anybody else being around her. Somebody coming up to her, showing interest made him mad. Anything that made her feel bad, made him feel bitter! If he grew unusually irritated over any stupid thing, his friends found calling the girl and making him talk to her the only option out.
One day, when the topic of them probably getting different colleges hit, something dropped down his stomach, through his gut. Something empty, large but empty. A sudden pain grew over and it appeared to him as if he would paralyse with her not being around. When he could draw no other conclusion to what was happening to him, he chose the nearing February for lending action to his thought.
It was the fine sunny day of Feb 14th, when he approached her, and as always, they headed to their coaching. Today he looked differently good. He did not know for a second, what went on in the class. His energies were directed only to figure out something to say, that would make her say “yes”, the desperately awaited “yes”.
After the class, she asked him the reason for him dressing so good that day, but all he heard was, “you are here to tell me something na...say it.” With a moment of gasping, he forgot all that he planned for the day, and uttered in young-boyish innocence, “I love you. Will you plzz plzz be my valentine??”
She turned to him, gave him a look which meant “what took you so long to say this?” A faint trail of tear rolled down her fair cheeks and she hugged him saying what he truly wished to hear...
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