Our life is no fairy tale or an adventurous ride. We in just quarter of our life have seen the best and worst, darkest and the brightest side we had seen the pleasure and the pain, the joy and the sorrow.
I have loved her for 1 year and four months; it’s just that she doesn’t know about it.
She is a daughter of our corner bakery who used to sell cream buns. Well, without even she knowing that, I might have until then purchased perhaps a hundreds of them. The smell of her is more compiling than the smell of the chocolate cake. Her eye sight in just as powerful as a thunder strike. My heart resonates loudly when I see her. And definitely I thought there must be some past connection that she didn’t realize until now.
One day just after my school, while walking back home I had stopped by the bakery. I know something important is going to happen, my head was giving me some weird hints and making me dizzy. Was just about to open the door, my hands were shivering and my feet became cold.
Or well, it could also be the case, I didn’t eat anything since afternoon today. Or maybe because I haven’t slept in my dreams for more than the time I’ve seen her. Just like in the movies, the moment I saw her it started raining heavily. The sound rain drops hitting a window pane sounded like a nuclear bomb to be. Hoping to catch a glimpse of her, I starred inside the bakery. My hear to race like perhaps the fastest cheetah on the planet may be 10000 beats per minute. I could clearly hear the beat of my heart.
Those two minutes outside the bakery were my toughest- “not being able to see my love”
But wait, I could see a light which is shining inside the store- or may be it could be her smile. My heart shouted, It must be her; it has to be her. couldn’t wait for another minute, I just run down the lane unknowing what I was doing. That slightest drizzle looked like the heaviest rain in the past 10 of my life.
I finally gathered some guts to walk down the door of the bakery. I could still hardly see her but my instinct still tell me, she is inside. Because of the moist I could hardly see anything inside. The rain is soaking me inside out but I had to do this today, otherwise she will never know.
And the door finally opens- it was like that horror movie scene, where the door slowly opens and the devil is behind the door—remember that sound and feeling? Same here, except this times, it’s the angel not the devil.
And its YES! Finally- it’s her! It’s her! It’s her. She gives me that underlying smile and says in her blissful euphonious voice of hers. Remember I told you I was almost about to faint, her voice to me that moment was an aphrodisiac for me.
And she said “Sorry, we are closed” aahhh! Love struck—the closed gates of her bakery, opened the gates of my heart. And she left.
Oh wait, please!! Wait for words to come out of my mouth, but I was almost dumb like a mute person. I just smiled in return, hiding my pain, and walked away.
And just after crossing the steps of the pavement of the story, I couldn’t handle myself. For a mere second, I just wanted to run back in the direction of my love and shout that I didn’t come to eat anything, but I had come to just see you. I looked back, she is just walking away. The stupid umbrella is an enemy for me, all I could see is her hair clings around her neck. She just walks half way and oh wait!! What did I just see? She just jumps into a waiting car????
A man gets out, runs towards her, hugs & kisses her.
Oh wait, please! “Not HIM its ME who loved you all this while—not him, it’s me” shouted my heart with agony.
But I remain stuck to the spot with a burdening heart watch her drive away with her husband.