This was just the beginning i don't know whether she read some books, or she was master with hearts but i got hooked. May be, it was not her i was so void of love, i was under a free fall, so fragile i was that that pair of eyes was enough to hold me. Though i don't know whether that stop my fall or just given me some hope.
I had such interruptions in my fall before but the days that followed make this one special. Special for my deliverance or sealing my fate for my final crash. For how many days i don't know but it had never happened so lively for so many days before. Days keep on passing, i was walking the edge of weired and psycho, mad and insane, addiction and obsession. May be, this was not love, may be i just wanted to prove something, may i just wanted to achieve but whatever it was it kept me awake at night, it kept me hungry without appetite, it made me cry without tears, it made me shout without voice.
Then things moved i managed to talk to her not one but three times and still i remember perfectly, how my heart was beating third time also. She said we are friends, oh god , i would loved to be her friend, loved to be just her friend.
But all this is marred by some momentary spontaneous thought of my mind. At one point i think that she ain't that beautiful, my friends would say you could have got better. How can i forget the first time you tilt your head with your hairs just following your swing, your lips parted with tinted eyes to say 'hi'.
I am afraid that i won't be able to make it as real as i could feel it in my head.
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