In the dying hours of another V-day spent alone, I can't help but reminisce about her..
So much for not dipping your pen into the company ink. Here goes..
I see her often at office. I wish I could say I see her everyday. But history bears testimony to the fact that fate has long been the tormentor of love. Sometimes we talk, and sometimes we don't. But I hardly notice that, because she speaks to me beyond words. Her very presence speaks to my soul. When I can see her, I don't just see. I observe. I hear. I smell. I taste. I feel. She makes me understand what John Denver was referring to when he sang "You fill up my senses".
The gal who struck up the conversation with me on the first day, when I was still gathering courage to smile at her.
The gal who used to pretend she didn't notice when I walked in through the door of the training room, only to check me out later when I was busy with my work.
The gal who was unsure of exactly how far I would allow someone while having a personal discussion.
The gal who was genuinely concerned more about me cracking the acceptance test than herself.
The gal who tries to be by my side in a group photo, even if it means me holding a couple of fingers as horns behind her head.
The gal who smiles assuringly at me when someone opposes my opinion over something.
The gal who likes to say "thank you" or "sorry" to me once in a while, for reasons that generally escape me.
The gal who likes to pretend that she didn't really care, when I open a door for her, or walk on the outer side of the street.
The gal who keeps track of how long it has been since we had a photo taken of just the two of us.
The gal who blushes and lowers her gaze when I just look into her eyes without smiling when she wishes me goodmorning.
The gal who pauses outside the music room and listens to me pounding on the drums, or strumming the strings, without coming in because she thinks it would distract me.
The gal who sometimes gives me big, warm smiles for apparently no reason at all.
The gal who reads up on some topics on wikipedia, that she knows I'm currently high on, just so that she can understand what the blabbering is all about.
The gal who assures me that it makes her feel good when I am protective of her, when I express my doubts about how far people should interfere in each other's lives.
The gal who gives me the whole box of traditional sweets sent to her from home, because she knows I love them.
The gal who sends me meaningless messages over chat when she can't think of anything to say to start the conversation.
The gal who calls me names, or pretends to be angry at me, if she feels that I haven't been giving her attention for the last few days.
The gal who I can compliment just by smiling at her and nodding my head in silent approval.
The gal whose cute nose wiggles ever so slightly, acting as a give-away sign, when she disapproves of something.
The gal who pretends to be not very hungry and asks me to finish her tiffin, as she knows I crave home-cooked food.
The gal who wears a new accessory to office and then waits patiently for me to take notice.
The gal who puts up with my wierd ideas and numerous offshoots in the course of a discussion.
The gal who sometimes stays back late because my work is not done, just so that we can go back in the same bus.
The gal who then lets me sleep on the bus, even though she wants to talk.
The gal who holds my hand just a jiffy too long when we shake hands.
The gal who learns the crazy handshakes I teach her and agrees to do them everytime we meet.
The gal who pauses a moment before we part everytime, evaluating the possibility of a good-bye hug.
The gal who gently snuggles up to me when I place an arm around her, and sometimes lays her head gently on my shoulder.
The babe with the beautiful hair.
The hot chick with the long legs, AND high heels.
The enchantress with the mesmerizing eyes.
I could go on and on.. But there's just one thing I'd like to say:
I really wish all of these were the one, same gal!
Hahaha! Valentine's fool!!
But on a personal note, a big, warm hug to all my female friends who can relate to something above. You are indeed special to me, and in my own quirky way, I love you more than you'll ever know.
Keep the faith,
Av
