Dream

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I knew you were an elusive dream. Yes, I knew it from the day I first saw you. The nebulous clouds denied the sunrays the chance to touch your soft skin. Your beautiful hands were struggling against the fierce wind, trying to keep your hair in place. I was engrossed in a book, sitting on the staircase in the corridor, as usual. The air was pleasant, even more now because it carried your scent along with it.

 

It began to rain abruptly. It was not that I hadn’t seen a prettier girl than you before, but you walked around with a strange magnetic pull. In a second, I fell in love. Yes I did. I wanted to strike a conversation with you, just like a bollywood hero does in the movies. I was no hero however, to talk to you. I picked up your notebook instead, which you left in the corridor and put it in my bag. It wasn’t just a book, it was an opportunity to talk to you, to hear your voice. I hadn’t listened to your voice before, but I was sure that it would be a pleasant, sweet one.

 

Next day, I polished my shoes twice before leaving for school and spent quite a lot of time on my hairstyle. It was an entirely different routine for a geek like me. I wasn’t able to talk to you all day, but finally I had the chance, when school got over. With my heart pounding at an alarming rate, I waited for you near your bus. I had imagined our conversation a million times, but all I was able to say was,“You left your notebook in the corridor yesterday,” I said, handing over the notebook to you, and that too hesitantly.

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“Thank you! My name is Taara, Taara Maheshwari,” you said. “My name is Ved Vardhan,” I spoke with my eyes facing the ground and walked away.

 

As in every story, I started looking for reasons to strike a conversation with you. I started saving money to gift you chocolates for no reason. I slept with a smile and woke up with the hope to see you again. Even a brief talk with you had the potential to light up my life. Remember one day, you told me that you love cupcakes? Next day, I brought two cupcakes for you. I was certain that you wouldn’t be able to eat them both. As expected, you offered me one and asked me to share it with you. I clearly remember that chilling winter day, only we were sitting in the canteen, isolated from everyone else. I can never forget the day when you cried with your head on my shoulder. Someone had really hurt you that day. I could feel the tears rolling from your eyes onto my shirt. My heart was weeping that day and I was acting foolish to make you smile.

 

I knew that you were aware of the way I felt for you. However, you were not the one to be tamed. You were like a free bird, resting on the topmost twig of the tree. Maybe I was overprotective, maybe you were out of my league, or maybe you were not able to realize my worth.

 

I still remember the day we last talked, I still remember our last fight. I could have stopped you from walking away, I could have taken the blame on myself, but sadly, I was over with my efforts to stay close to you. It wasn’t easy for me to let you go. All my feelings remained burried inside my heart. I disguised my pain with a smiling face and made everyone smile. A part of me still resides in that corridor though, a part of me still resides in that canteen, waiting for you to come back, waiting for us to smile again.

 

 

– Sanchit Nerula | Edited by Aditi Dhasmana

 

 


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  • Parth Gupta

    Awesome sanchit bro!! :)

  • Ankita Garg

    Powerful imagery..Vivid description :)
    Awesome :)