To You My Love! (Part Two)

“What?” Defense.

“What?”

Somewhere everything was unclear. We were confused, on different grounds obviously.

“What?”

“You like me?”

“Er. What?”

She then sent me the text. The message was sent. ‘Smart move bruh!. And fate, you’re the boss’ I exclaimed. The message was sent. So dumb!

Now there were two things that I could have done. One, I tell her that it my friend or brother who sent her this from my phone as a prank, and that it wasn’t me. Two, I could have accepted that I liked her and that I had feelings for her. In both cases, I was under water.

“I love you” and I sent her the poem I wrote for her.

It wasn’t what I had thought of how I would propose to her. Yes it was a proposal, a lame one though. I had planned meeting her in person. Making a great date for us, a cafe treat followed up by a bare feet walk on the garden grass. Then I would bring the question of love. She would ask me who my crush was. And then I would say ‘It is you. It has always been you!” while sitting on knees and holding her left hand.

Now that it has been years, and that I have grown, I realize what a stupid thing I had done.

I had hopes. It was first love. Everything was new to me. I had seen films, read books. I was clear. Everything taught me that if you love someone with all your heart, they will love you back. Love stories were so made. Simple!

“Meera? Its true. And believe me, I have hidden my feeling for quite a while.

I Love You Meera. I want you.

I want to know your answer.”

She did not reply. It had been a day. I couldn’t meet her at school either. Unfortunately for me the vacations were on. It was around 4pm when my phone pinged. It was her.

“It all so sudden. I need some time to think.”

“Okay. Wait after our tuition class. We’ll talk.”

Meera and I were not only best friends, but more than that. We used to talk a lot. You have no idea how much we chatted. Our talks continued for hours, days,and once it was a week! We had like everything in common. She was lazy, I was too. She hated our History teacher, me too. She liked pizza for dinner, I too! But it was after our 10th grade that everything changed. I chose the Science stream, while she went for Commerce. Somewhere in my head I knew, I would be swept away from her.

And things changed. There was this line of hatred or ego between the two streams in our 11th grade that I had to face. Yes we talked, but days became hours, and hours became minutes. The long texts were now one word replies. Amidst all this I was still able to bridge us. The things on which we talked were less, she did not understand my subjects, neither I knew hers. It was difficult.

But fate had worked just this time. She had taken Mathematics along with me. We had our class together, and attended the same tuition. I was smiling the first day she came to the class and sat in front of me. She wore a pink top and blue jeans. She had let her hair open. A lock of hair dangled on her face, kissing her right cheek, and every time she lifted it behind her ear, I peeped. ‘I love you’ I said in my head.

“I exclaim, as I gasp for breath

My eyes wonder so wide.

Is this whats love? Is this what it is?

‘Would you mind if I lay beside?’”

It was her simplicity that drew me towards her. Her thoughts were simple and beautiful. Sometimes they made me wonder whether these thoughts were hers or was she faking it. I was always very immature and childish. She on the other hand was the perfect blend.

Another thing that I loved was Music. I believed, it was one of those things that Gods created. I understood music. Songs manipulated my mind, my soul. A soothing song eased my brain, while a dubstep hiked. And it was in 11th grade that I started attending guitar classes.

It was around 8pm, I did not want to, but somehow my friend convinced me to come to the class. After the class was over, a friend approached me.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Meera? I love you?”

“That’s sorted out. Who told you?”

“Just stay away from her, okay? You have no idea what you are getting into.”

“What happened?”

“Her elder brother called. He was going to haunt. But I took care of it. I convinced him that I will talk to you. So here. Please stay away.”

Now I knew she had a younger brother. I was not aware of her elder brother, she never talked about him. But I was still alerted.

I went home and texted Meera.

“You could have called and said no. Whats this hate?”

“What do you mean?”

“You never liked me right?”

“See the one you love, loves you equally well.”

But I was a bit disturbed.

“Now I think what I did was not right. I regret.”

“What? What are you saying? What do you mean?”

“Ask your damn brother!”

“Why? Which brother?”

‘Your elder brother. He has warned me to stay away from you.”

“Please! Someone is harassing you in the name of my elder brother. I have no elder brother!”

“Did you tell someone that I proposed to you?” It was an obvious question. Girls talk about everything. And this was huge for both of us.

“Any boy specifically?” I asked.

“Yes to Kumar.”

To Kumar? Oh I am dead.