To talk or not to talk, that was the question....
No, To impress or to be honest, that was the question....
He realized the naivety of his melodrama.
'What a hopeless romantic I am!' he sighed.
His heart of hearts was sitting right beside him. His sweetest dream became a reality for once. Only to haunt me for more nights, he thought and sighed.
'How come something so sweet hurt me this much? So sweet a girl. So sweet a laugh. So sweet a disposition. So divine the angel. How can an angel like her make my life this horrible?' he had wondered that very morning.
'Horrible?!!', he thought now, amused, as he looked at his angel typing on the computer beside him. 'What was I thinking? This is heaven.' He prayed to God he could stay like that, filling his eyes with her being, his nose with her sweet wafts of..... whatever she was using, his ear with the jingles in her voice, his heart with her as his deity......
'What do you think of this rehabilitation?', she asked him pointing at some article on the computer,'I think it is preposterous.'
So cute even in anger, he thought, almost losing grip of himself.
'ya such bastards should be hanged,' he said in vehement support of her opinion.
'People have no right to kill other people also,' she said in a harsh tone.
'ya people who hang other people should be hanged......or something else,' he corrected himself sheepishly, realizing his mistake.
She looked at him awkwardly for a moment and....
So cute in awkwardness too, he thought, his own eyes drifting dreamily at her sight.
.... started laughing loudly.
He couldn't take it anymore. These were too many happy memories for him. Too many dreams coming true at a single time. Too many elevations culminated. This was it.
The moment of truth.
He had to propose to her.
THOUSANDS of thoughts raced across his mind at a single instant.
'How am I going to do it? Dramatically? maybe melodramatically? No no...simplicity mostly does the trick. So, Honestly?' If so how much should he tell her? That he had been thinking about her continuously day and night for the past 6 months. That he would look after her like a deity.
How could so many thoughts occur all of a sudden?
That he would.....
That he would....
DING.
A message popped up on the screen of her computer,
Akshay: "I love you, sweetheart, hope we'll meet soon. Can't wait!!"
She smiled and typed back,"Me too."
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.
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How could he feel so empty, all of a sudden?
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