You were at the bookstore when I first saw you. The glasses kept tripping on your nose as you moved it for the nth time completely undisturbed by the interference. Your eyes turned both ways, first left then right, to see if others noticed your presence and when you were confirmed that no one did, you took the book close to your nose and inhaled the smell deeply, as a gratifying smile molded in your face. Little did you know, I was standing right in a corner burying my face inside a book I was reading that afternoon, finding it impossible to stop the corner of my eyes from looking at your animated actions that were taking my heart away.

You were your kind of beautiful. The kind of beauty that comes without an expiry date. You were better than dreams but moments with you were experienced only in my dreams and they were the best dreams I have dreamt in my life. You were like a celebration that should be celebrated every day, in every season from the dawn to the dusk. You were like the evening sky when the sun was just about to set and the orange looked like the heaven’s performing magic for the audience on Earth.

You turned me into an artist and as I took the brush and spattered black all over the canvas, I could see the drops changing into colors white, blue and green. And as it trickled down the canvas slowly, I could see your face being formed. The drop of water mixed with colors took a soft pause near your cheeks giving rise to that irrepressible dimple that kills million hearts, that breaks the world into two, one for me and one for you.

You were at the bar that day asking the bartender for your fourth drink, curling the finishing ends of your hair with those long dainty fingers. You had that mischievous smile plastered to your face as you looked around scanning the crowd with those dark kohled eyes that radiate valor and ascendency. The music got louder and you moved your head vertically as if you were approving the beats that were played and you took the drink to gulp it down at one shot and walked to the dance floor with your hands high up in the air. And when you moved, man oh man, it was as if the sky showered glitter laden meteors and the world danced to your rhythmic tunes. The hair was all over your face and you stuck your lips out to do that pout as your red lipstick shone lustrously making way for the lovers to fall at your feet and adversaries to cringe in defeat.

You make the pain enjoyable. With every move of your body and words from your mouth, you make me believe that the agony is worth it. Your invincible smile and your honeycombed hair make the sting bearable in my heart. The mere thoughts of your gorgeous loud laughter or your unfeigned profound stares have the power to pass hurricanes off like a gentle breeze and turn chaotic noises in my mind into smooth saxophone music.

And as I lie down on the bed hoping you would come and rescue me but knowing you won’t,
you make me believe in unrequited love.





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