(As told to Riti Kaunteya)
Twenty years ago
The day seemed bleak. The joy and excitement of attending the day’s classes died down in my heart, even as I listened to the idle chatter of my friend. I wondered why he was absent after a three-day weekend? Will he be back tomorrow? Or, perhaps he will come later today. Sometimes he skips English lectures. It is not his forte. What is his forte? I wondered; however, the rational part of my brain was not participating in the debate. There must be some truth in the adage love is blind.
I thought dreamily about his blue-grey eyes as I worked on an instrument in the Physics lab. As I looked up, a pair of blue-grey eyes appeared in the field of my vision. I blinked and stood up. No, I was not hallucinating. He stood close by, begging to be in my team, asking for my notes, as he was late to class. Silently, I pushed my record book towards him and savoured the view as a lock of hair fell over his forehead when he bent down to copy my work, clenching my hand to resist the urge to push that lock back.
I felt elated. Among the several pretty girls, he had chosen me.
My rational brain thought it was time to intervene. Relax. He is just copying your work. He has not proposed to you. Besides, why does he need to copy your work? It is not honest. He is fooling himself.