Classes resumed after the weekend and this time I had a new motivation to join the class. All I could think about was to start a friendship with her. But I was still unsure how to start things up.
My eyes were scanning around the classroom, trying to find her but she wasn't in the class yet. Then the chaos in the class stood still for a while, and then there she was. The way she gracefully opened the door with her silky black hair dancing in the wind was too gorgeous. But needless to say, not every eye can see through things like I did. You need an artist's eyes to see through the human emotions. And I felt that on that very day.
She was wearing a simple green salwar kameez, and my god She looked amazing in it. As I was observing her closely, I noticed her eyes. It was black with a slight hint of brown. It was not the most beautiful eyes I saw, but I could see a world of emotions in her eyes, which was a reflection of her own inner self. They held a magical power that drew me into the depths of the sparkling eyes.
The way she greeted everyone with a smile on her face with cute dimples was more than enough to melt your heart. Her cute dimples were a sight of mesmerizing beauty. It was as if time had slowed down so that I could witness it all. I could not help but be captivated by her smile. In her eyes, I found a way to find myself. Like a lonely traveler who found solace at the sight of a human settlement.
And, as I stood still on my bench , her magnetic energy captivated into the magnetic allure of her presence. And in that very moment, I understood that she was the one that I longed for. She holds the power to change my life and make it complete. To me, she was more than a pretty soul, and I could say this just by looking at her gentle and elegant gestures and through her eyes. She was confident, and it showed her individuality and her unique spirit. My advice to new guys, and girls, look into each other's eyes and you will see the person behind their emotions.
Each day, I tried to sit close to her and watch her. I liked her photos and videos. And doing so, I found out that her birthday was in May and so started a waiting game for me to strike a conversation. And then the opportunity came, I thought of asking her about a math problem we had to do earlier in the class.
But I had a doubt. Will she reply back to me?.
With conflicting thoughts circling around my restless mind. I disregarded my idea of sending her a text message multiple times over a period of a few moments. But in my desperate attempt to strike a conversation with the mystery girl, I decided to send a text after all, what worse can possibly happen? My heart was pounding hard, and my fingers were shaking as I reached out for my phone and wrote a short message highlighting the issue about the math problem.
As I pressed the send button, my heart seemed to stop for a moment or two. Doubt and insecurities ran through me, leaving me in a complex situation. And now it was up to fate or her to determine the results of my recent attempt. I, however, did not have any positive response or results in my mind. I knew I was not going to get a result. Every second and every passing moment, I casually looked upon my phone, hoping to get a reply. In such a situation, I would randomly stare at the screen of my phone. And seeing that people around me thought I was losing my mind or something. But when even after a day, she did not respond to my text, I gave up the whole idea. I thought maybe she did not want to chat with an unknown guy and to be frank, if I had been in her place, I would not like to talk to a stranger. But then she replied to my text.
It was initially short messages like yes and no, but later our conversations became more frequent. Every once in a while, we would talk about different math problems and about different courses we had together. The whole point about our chats was about school stuff, like taking notes, about homework, and whether there would be class.
To some boys, chatting with a girl who is a complete stranger is not a big deal. But for such a shy, antisocial, and introverted person like me, this was a mission impossible.