THE ADMIRER.....

I have never, before in my life, written a piece of fiction and have till this day restricted to topics on science, technology and general  management/strategy. Hoping that  this first attempt of mine would provide an amusing read for you....

THE ADMIRER.......

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Year 1: I saw her on the first day of college and was instantly impressed by her demeanour and grace as well as by her simple and elegant looks. It would fill me with immense peace and happiness watching her silently whenever she crossed my path. However I never attempted to reach out to her or even try to talk to her. She was quite demure by nature and would usually not look in the eye. She was very pretty with 'kala jamoon' black eyes and would wear gold rimmed specs. She would always wear Indian traditional dresses which  pleased me. The routine of watching her from a distance whenever possible continued all thru' the first year and my admiration for her continued unabated over the year.

Year 2:  On the very first day itself,  I came to know that, She and I would have a common class for an elective subject once a week and we therefore would technically become classmates. I literally felt being on top of the world and my joy knew no bounds. When the day for the elective class finally came, amidst all anxiety and apprehension, I came a little late to the class and as soon as I entered, my eyes began searching earnestly for her all over the place. My learned Professor, instantly brought me back to reality and after taking me to task for coming late, informed me that in this class, students are needed to be seated only at the designated table. I felt disappointed as this meant I would not be able to select a seat that falls in 'the line of sight' that would allow me to occasionally steal a glance at her rather cute, lovely and angelic face. I went to the seat which was designated to me and settled down there in a low spirits attributed to the disappointment of not being able to locate her in class. A few moments later to my pleasant surprise I saw her seated at a table just adjacent to mine. Now this was the moment I first realised that God was on my side. From my vantage position, I would never miss  a chance to steal a glance at her whenever I could without anyone noticing. She never glanced back at me but that was perfectly OK and I did not even find it necessary. My admiration and fascination for her continued.... The once in a week common elective classes went on for the entire semester which meant I was seated at the table adjacent to her, a total of 21 times. However despite this proximity, I never ventured to talk to her and was content with my glimpses of her.  She continued to look as graceful and as elegant as she looked the very first time I saw her. I sometimes felt that her grace and elegance only increased over time. The semester soon came to an end and I was thus deprived of the once in a week privilege of being able to see her from close quarters. I did not get to see her much in the remaining part of the year even from a distance. However my admiration for her remained intact...

Year 3:  I would see her occasionally on the way to class though from a distance and as in the last 2 years, never mustered enough courage to meet her or talk to her.  Then one day something miraculous happened. It was a holiday for college that day. I went to my favourite temple to worship my favourite deity. I remember having prayed for getting a sweet girl like her as my life partner.  As soon as I finished my prayers to the Lord and opened my eyes, I saw her standing right in front of me and looking straight into my eyes. After coming to terms with the enormity of what had just happened, I looked into her lovely black eyes and she returned a beautiful smile of recognition. She was looking simply awesome that day and was dressed in my favourite attire (South Indian traditional Half Saree). I could not take my eyes off her that day but then realised I was in a temple and that it was inappropriate to stare at a beautiful girl inside a temple. I would have loved to use the opportunity to talk to her for the first time but unfortunately she was accompanied by her mother and so was I.  Exactly  a week later, on a nice Sunday morning, when I was sitting under the portico of my house which overlooks the gate, I saw her as beautiful as ever riding a Kinetic Honda from right in front of the gate. The very moment cognition happened in my mind, an involuntary smile came up and lit my face. She saw me, looked into my eyes for a few moments and continued to pass by the gate. I continued to look at her till she was completely out of sight. My joy and happiness then knew no bounds. This was providential indeed. Seeing her twice in two weeks that too from close quarters and outside the college campus was an undoubtably an incredible blessing and perhaps a response to my prayers. I always believed that providence had a role to play in these matters and that there was a  much bigger reason why coincidence happens which is known only to the divine. I did not see her again for a very very long time.

Year 4: I saw her again after a long gap, a few days after the final year of college started. We did not have common electives after our second year and hence I could not get to see her often. The usual pattern of admiring her from a distance continued as usual for most of the year.  I was now getting tired of the routine of watching her from a distance. So finally and firmly I  made up my mind to talk to her that day. As if she had  overheard my thoughts, that afternoon, as  I was walking thru' the corridor of the main building,  I saw her standing in a corner.  Her friends were apparently shaking hands and wishing her.  She was looking extraordinarily gorgeous that day. I then guessed it was her birthday and wanted to leverage the occasion to wish her 'happy birthday',  introduce myself and God willing initiate a small conversation as well.  I approached her and was about to wish her, when I suddenly realised that she was actually in a special attire and was wearing mehendi, jewellery and other accompaniments which are indicative of a newly married woman.  I quickly modified my greeting from 'happy birthday' to 'wish you a happy married life' and quietly walked away from there. I never saw her again after that day. My admiration for her however continues....