She

She. Do you know what goes through someone when he spends sleepless nights and dreamy days? Or, perhaps, look elsewhere in the class when he should have been looking at the board or the teacher? Or, perhaps, satisfying himself with thoughts of “It is not to be” and yet hoping against hope?

Maybe. Maybe not.
I do.
All because of that ‘She’.

Have you loved someone for 3 years and still crave for one look? Has it happened to you that you get infuriated when someone speaks slightly untowardly about someone with whom you have seldom spoken? Has it happened to you that you get rejuvenated everytime you see her smile?

Maybe. Maybe not.
It happened to me. It happens to me.
All because of that ‘She’.

Has it occurred to you that when you see her with somebody else, you keep telling yourself that your happiness lies in hers, knowing deep within that it is only a poor consolation that you offer yourself? Do you feel relieved at the advent of a Friday when you can go home and yet feel a little down and a little lonely and disconnected? Does it feel futile coming to class at the absence of a single person?

Maybe. Maybe not.
I feel it.
All because of that ‘She’.

To be continued…