YOUR OLD CRUSH MAKES A COMEBACK:PART -3

After a few days, she noticed me following her so she stopped at the turn and kept looking at me.I could not say a word, how could I?I was dumbstruck,I just couldnot figure out that was there anger  or love in her eyes or may be who knows sympathy.But who cared I kept looking at her from the distance SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL . DEFINITELY GOD WOULD HAVE WORKED OVERTIME FOR MAKING HER. I DON’T KNOW BUT ITS ONLY BECAUSE OF THESE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS THAT THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A BRUCE ALMIGHTY IN THE REAL WORLD.THESE GIRLS CAN EVEN MAKE THE GOD WORK OVERTIME.WOW! BE AWARE.

“Hello,Somyanshu why have you been following me all these days” a voice brought me out of my trance.

“Ah I eo u……. “was all I could say.

“What is this a e ou u ……..just like a hungry baby crying for milk”she said laughingly.

“HASI TO PHASI “I REMEMBERED THE FAMOUS DIALOGUE FROM MUNNA BHAI MBBS.

“Arey,  now answer me” she said this time sternly.

“See, let’s be clear about this I have never seen as beautiful a girl as you. I my self don’t know Shweta what has happened to me. I have not felt this much for someone in my entire life. I think I really like you Shweta .Until I don’t see your face every day I feel that my day is not complete. HAVE YOU HYPNOTISED ME OR WHAT?”

“What are you mad or what? You are such a fool, you stupid fat boy you don’t even know how to say it”

“Yes I am foolish, Yes I am fat and stupid(I said stupid showing a bit of reluctance), but I just know one thing that I want this friendship to be more than just friendship” I said with my head down.

Just as I was saying this I felt a hand on my head.

“Who is this cutie pie, Shweta?” I heard a sweet voice.

I immediately looked up.

“He is a student at the music classes didi, learns guitar.” answered Shweta.

“Oh and look at his cheeks, so chubby, so cute, he is a TEDDY” the elder one said doing a POND’S googly googly wush act on my cheeks.

“What is your name by the way?” the elder one asked me.

“Somyanshu, I study at DAV JANAKPURI, and my interests include playing guitar poetry,by the way I write only romantic poems and I started writing them only I met the beautiful girl I have ever seen a few weeks back” I said the last line with a smile on my face and looking at Shweta and Shweta answered with somekind of an irritated look on her face.

“Oh and look at those dimples, you are just perfect.Come on and have a cup of coffee at our house.” said the elder one.

“Di, I guess he has got to reach home early” Shweta interrupted her.

“No, I will just give them a call”

“But he does like coffee” Shweta again tried to disturb our conversation.

“But we can serve cold drink as well. So let’s go” sighed the elder one.

I had some great snacks at Shweta’s home and left satisfied as the evening I thought I was going to be out of her life once and for all, I was able to make some inroads into her mind.

The next day, when we left the classes, I asked Shweta to come and have some PANIPURI from Aggarwal Sweets.

“See, Somyanshu you are a good friend of mine but what you want to be between us can never be there” said Shweta.

I was dumbstruck for sometime and then I spoke “But we can eat out as friends, as great friends, can’t we”

“Yeah we can”

That day one of my friends  called me up and advised me to become one of his best friends, and then gradually make her realize my importance and then propose again. And so I charted out a plan.

But just a few days after that I got viral fever and had to be hospitalized and I did not go to the classes for the next two weeks. My mobile number changed as well.

As I went to the classes after two weeks, I just could not find Shweta there. I asked my teacher and he told me that her family had shifted to Chandigarh. I asked for the phone numbers and all the contact details I could think of at that time. But, he did not have any. I went to Shweta’s house but could not find anyone there.

I returned home very sad and left the classes in the name of preparing for school exams and never touched that guitar so much so that my mother gave it away to someone. I had just lost Shweta and I did not know whether I would be able to find her in the future. I ate a lot to try and forget her. When my mother asked me what has happened I just said I was not feeling well.

“MOTHER,ZAROOR KISI LADKI KA CHAKKAR HOGA” exclaimed my brother.

“You keep quiet, he is a very innocent child, he has always had been like this. He will get okay in a few days ” my mother  said giving a stick to my brother as I tore down more and more paranthas.

TO READ PART 1 OF THIS STORY GO TO: http://somyanshu.com/?p=116

TO READ PART 2 OF THIS STORY GO TO: http://somyanshu.com/?p=124

TO READ PART 4 OF THIS STORY GO TO:http://somyanshu.com/?p=147

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  1. sakshi March 19, 2011

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