Hypnotised - Part IV

I was feeling good after talking to her. Even though I was not sure about her feelings, I was confident enough. Putting all my faith on GOD, I thought of marching forward with the typical love story approach (Friends – Buddies – Best Pals – Couple).

Next day I went to school early. I was eagerly waiting for her reactions about our previous conversation. I waited for her on my desk. My eyes were looking towards the door. And then came, “the silly girl”. A bag was on her right shoulder & a yellow Milton tuf-puf water bottle on the left. Two red ribbons were riding the swing of her hair on both sides.

Oh My God! What a beautiful sight that was. I was completely lost watching her & a smile budded of my lips. She came to her desk, put her bag on it, hanged the water bottle & while talking to Chandrani went out with her friends (Shraddha, Payal & my senses). I was still there, looking towards her.

And then I saw something unusual. Yes, that was her smiling face (same as my imagination). Mouth half-open but 75% of teeth can be seen through. Just before crossing the threshold of the classroom, she turned back & looked at me. Her eyes came in contact with mine for a moment, and then she turned away.

I was unable to understand the meaning of her “staring look”. Was she happy or disheartened? I started thinking about various possibilities but got nothing out of that. At the lunch break, I broke the silence between us. I went to her, greeted her & asked about her feelings about our previous conversation. To which, she replied that she did not liked that. She had never thought about any such things & neither wants to and all other things a girl would say when proposed for the first time.

I got very upset but didn’t show her. After that moment, the cheer on my face left me. But thanks to Kaushik & Goutam for their consoling hands. They told me that “this is the normal reaction of a girl which means an indirect yes”. But I was not convinced.

I went home with a heavy heart. I could not stop my lacrimal glands (tear glands) to work out. But God was with me only. He sent my cousin to my house that evening. Pratyush bhaiya, my cousin, was our senior at school & was also a good friend of my silly girl. So, without wasting any time, I confessed everything to him. He patted on my back & told me to relax as he would find a solution for me.

The next day during lunch hour, he took me near the flag hoisting dice where my silly girl was standing with Shraddha & Payal. And then…..

Hypnotised...(The Untold Story) - Part III ( Diving Into The Deep Ocean )

            Yes, I was hypnotized & believe you me that was a superb feeling. I was on a high. I was only thinking about her. My eyes couldn't see anything apart from her smiling face ( which was only my imagination of her laughing ). The feeling for her, inside me, was just increasing exponentially with each passing nanosecond ( may be much faster than that). Love was on the air & each romantic song acted as a catalyst for me. That whole day I've only noticed her beauty & unknowingly she dragged all my attention. ( And even today also whenever I think about her, the rotation of earth simply stops due to which I get a projectile motion by getting thrown out this planet & lands over a planet where that "smiling face" is everywhere. )


            As I was trying hard to get myself drowned in the deep ocean of love, the two of my bestest friends ( Kaushik & Goutam ) managed to find the reason of my undesirable & supernatural wide spreading of mouth. Soon it spread among the section "C" guys. Then, the tuition classes started as each of my friends started teaching me how to impress her, propose her, get her,  and so on.....in short how to just love ( Which I hated as Bush hates Osama ). But I must admit that my friends were also excited about the love which has just sprouted from the crust of my little heart ( obviously my heart was little, b'coz I was only in class 8 ) & get themselves involved in spying for me.

            The next day at school I called one of her close friend named Shradhha & stated everything about my situation. First she mocked at me & told me that she'll never ever act as a mediator. But to my surprise, she told everything to her friend ( my silly girl) and informed me at the last period. When I asked her about her reaction, she told it was a no. But somehow I managed to extract the silly girl's contact number from her.

            Now my heart started beating heavily. I was horrified by that shocking news. I had no clue as what to do then ( The bell has already rung & students were headed towards their home). I didn't have even sufficient money to call her. So, I immediately rushed to Goutam ( Goutam's home was not too far from the school) & asked for a phone call from his home. He nodded & we walked to his home.

            I waited for sometime & then called her ( as the phone was ringing, I was getting nervous ). I was not sure about what I should say and then she picked up the phone.

She:- Hello.
Me:- Hi, is this ............... (just fill in the blank space with whatever name you want).
She:- Yes ( in a heavy voice ). Who are you ?
Me:- Err....I'm Dibyagyan, the student who sits just behind you.
She:- Why have you called me ?
Me:- I just wanted to know about what Shradhha had told you ?
She:- What ? She is my friend and has told me about many things.
Me:- No, What did she told you about me ?
She:- Yes, she told me something but...
Me:- Whatever she told you was rubbish, and believe me there is nothing like that.
She:- Hmmm...
Me:- But, I really like you & want to be your friend.
She:- Okay, I'll give a second thought to it. Now Bye. I've to go somewhere.
Me:- Bye.

Then, she put the phone down & I headed towards my home after offering a heart-full thanks to Goutam.

( Hey Goutam, I don't know if you'll read this or not but still I want to thank you again for that help of yours. Not only for that help but for each and every moment we shared together. You were and you will remain forever special to me. Thanks a lot for being my friend.... Missing our golden school days.)