Brahmanin Thava Uyiri Ni...

Though I am not ready to call myself a writer or something yet, I feel times like these make me at least a scribbler. Whatever I have noted down in this are make no mistake, straight from my heart. I hope you like this and me!

It was the umpteenth time I was repeating... in fact, rehearsing the dialogue that I would be telling 'my girl' on her birthday. As a guy who never believed in love at first sight, I still can't believe how I fell for this Gorgeous Girl (GG - this is the correct abbreviation).

According to the Greeks, love is of three types - Eros, Philos and Agape. One's love is termed Agape if it is of the type 'I see you and I love you'. That is how I fell for her. I saw her and I just wanted to be a part of her. Here I am, waiting to see her on the 'Avathar Day' alias her birthday. After brainstorming for about two weeks, I decided to gift her my memories and thoughts for her birthday. Yes, I was planning to gift my diary with scribbles about her from the day we met. I had been waiting for sometime with the anxiety of how she would be reacting to this present of mine. I always hated waiting long time for people, but I was enjoying this wait for her.

I started to flip through the pages of my diary. I could see the initial 150 and odd days' pages were blank, those days before GG's entry. I knew which day I would be reading first - 8th July.

8 Tuesday

I thought it was just another day and a day to get myself acquainted with the new environment. But Some one had already decided to make this a special day for me. After the boring classes in the morning, the afternoon's session began. The staff, after the initial introductions called out someone who could sing a song for all. That's when I saw her, a girl being forced by her friend to go to the front and sing a song. She reluctantly came forward and sang a song, her mellifluous voice got etched in my mind and that became my most favorite song. After completing the song, she was returning to her place and in the process, she threw a glance at me. Her milli-second glance at me was so powerful that it made my millions of cells go topsy-turvy.

24 Thursday

She had come to college today in a white churidhar and she looked like an angel to me. Everyone was busy copying the steps to solve a maths problem...

"Wish you and I were the Adam and Eve in the Eden with no one else to intrude except God! It would have been wonderful with nothing else to look at except your captivating eyes... Nothing else to talk about except your cute reactions... Nothing else to listen to except the tantalizing music from your mouth... Nothing to get addicted to but your charming smile... I would not have asked for anything to live for, except you, the incarnation of beauty!"

I closed my diary and started visualizing whatever I just read. Just then, I saw her coming out in the corridor, the corridor which always had been my pal for all these days while I tried to catch a glimpse of her, seemed to be a corridor of uncertainty today with the uncertainties and anxieties on how she would react to my gift. She was with her friend, her long walk towards me seemed to take a decade. She was dressed in a pink salwar and her hands were playing with her hair while she was talking to her friend. She came near me and my immediate reflex was to hide the diary. I extended my hand and wished her "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!". Her eyes widened in surprise as she shook hands and exclaimed "Thank you! So sweet of you!". Her touch made me go out of this world - it made me feel heavenly. I was literally staring at the ambient reflection from her rendered face which had been giving me sleepless nights. It took me a while to get back to my senses. There I was, holding my precious memoir, only to discover that she had gone, leaving behind her sweet fragrance to waft in the air surrounding me. I realized that whatever just happened would fill the leaves of my diary again!

But yet, I am not disappointed because I perceive this as her desire to make me pen down more about her and treasure them. Blessed I am, for she touched yet another day in my life with her divine presence. Before I conclude, here goes another scribble about her, for her, who I know will be reading this.

En Uyirai Iyakkum Karuvi Ni..
Brahmanin Thava Uyiri Ni !!