CHAPTER 2

 It's been a week since I have seen my frustrated voice guy. I still don't know why I call him my guy, but it feels like he is destined for me or I am destined for him. And it's not like he is ever going to read my blogs, so why not. Anyways, exams are in a month, and I have got so many things to work on. My mocks aren't going any good, nor my syllabus is halfway complete. I really need to pull up my socks. But before that, I really need a chai break.

Ram, one of my very close friend, joined me for the break. I was just climbing down the stairs, giving random facts about some random thing to Ram, and I heard someone yelling 'sir'. With a very dramatic hair flip, I turned back. 'Coming in 2 mins, just closing this main door'. This was the same voice. Obviously, there was no frustration in the tone this time, but it was the same deep, low-pitched voice. I quickly turned back to his face. He was there. For a second, I got numb. We generally spend so much time over-thinking and wishing for something that we always forget to plan what exactly we will do the moment we get it. The same was the case at that moment. He passed by me talking to his friends about something he was studying, probably didn't even notice me. And I stood there like an idiot, watching the candy I wanted being served to someone else. Technically he wasn't served to anyone, so let us just say your favourite dress dressed on a mannequin or your favourite bike displayed in the showroom. Though I wasn't sad at all, in fact, even the need for chai was gone now. I was feeling fresh and energized. I quickly finished a cup of tea and got back to my seat. I had a very unusual smile on my face, a big one as if I have slept with a hanger in the mouth all night. I still have the very same smile on my face right now.

I started craving him more since then. I would keep the door more open, would visit the balcony more often, my evenings were spent reading novels on the seats outside. I even planned our lunch schedule that way that we end up eating together, not at the same table but at least at the same time. All in all, I just never missed any chance to see him. 

Today was one of those days. I was wearing a long blue kurta, with big silver-toned jhumkas, a simple black sleeper, with a braided half updo hairstyle. I have started using compact powder and mascara, and have replaced lip balm with lipstick. I think it makes me look presentable. Okay! I have started caring about how I look but isn't it normal to want to look good. 

So, today was one of those days, blue kurta, silver earrings, a little makeup and braided hairs. I glanced at my face in the mirror and left for my destination. I started studying the moment I sat on the seat, and when I took my phone, it was 1 PM. I really needed to go to the balcony. No, I didn't want to see him, I just needed a break. So, I got off from my seat and started scrolling my Instagram feed. It helps you to look busy. I managed to walk very casually till 2 seats before his one came, walking nonchalantly became difficult after that. I started thinking about how my hairs were looking? Is my lipstick still there? Can he smell my perfume? Oh My God!!! Crushing has given me more anxieties than my stupid childhood. It took me forever of science and maths to walk 7 feet of distance. I breathe in peace once I opened the door to the balcony and officially got off from his vision. And exactly after 10 seconds, I was like, Not Again!!! I left the door open. I rushed back to close the door. This time he wasn't angry or frustrated. He asked me very sweetly, "You forgot to close the door! Will you please shut it off?" With millions of words racing in my mind, my lips chose to utter, " I am really sorry." And as the smile is the most beautiful makeup any girl could wear, my lips decided to curve a little bit upwards. He smiled back and started solving his question again. I closed the door and left for the balcony. The thought of the day was, 'He smiled back at me.'