Three months ago I happened to be a delegate representing my college at a zonal convention held by a Architectural students organization. As I’m not a frequent in such events, I didn’t know what to expect. I was assured that it was gonna be fun by the regulars and also as many friends were joining in, it was a must to be a part of.
At the event one night while Junkyard Groove was performing their gig, I ran into this girl as I was jumping with my hands up in the air. The sight of her divine face left a vaccuum in my throat and GOSH I skipped a few breaths then and there. Not that I’m falling for her , but God does make Limited edition faces! It was awkward to stare and jump to the bands beats at the same time, also with my mouth wide open and my hands stretched upwards like burning Koalas, I managed to do that all gracefully, I guess. I just wanted to be her star, if she’d be my sky that moment, However reality sucks and I couldn’t do nothing but gaze.Also they say it is a good sign if your legs turn to jelly and your mind turns to pudding. Don’t ask me who they are as I just read it somewhere.
Now, I didn’t attend this event to scan chics or so but how can you not admire something so admirable. Even the band there played a soft romantic number to make the time fly deceleratedly. The time, the music, the atmosphere, all got to me and I wanted to utter some kind of non-sense to her considering I had nothing in mind to speak of. Besides, what do you say to a stanger after you’ve already said ‘Hi’? Controlling my emotions I waited for it was too noisy there and thought to speak to her after the gig, still unaware of what to say.
Meanwhile, the grouphead who was supposed to be responsible for our group was mourning to the fact that we did not rise as the ultimate winners at the event and wanted to return to the hotel. Though he took everyone with him I had to stay there somehow and I did. I earned myself some more moments of serenity amidst the chaos but not for long. A few more minutes of jumping and I see her making way out of the crowd with her friend. At first I thought it might be a call she wanted to attend as it was noisy around but when she didn’t return after a while my heart sunk.
I left that place with a hope called ‘Facebook’. I thougth to myself that evryone’s on Facebook and I’ll find her there, but it seems I was wrong. Even if I was not, I couldn’t recognise her profile due to her display picture being one of ‘Kristen Stewart’ and there are many of’em. It took me three days straight to go through every persons profile in that institute to find her or atleat her picture in someones profile somehow for reference but to my dismay it didn’t help. The only thing I found was girls don’t share their information with everyone and guys are welcoming, after more than a thousand profiles. I tried befriending some people from the host college to see if it supplements my search, and my inabillity to describe an appearance proves me a loser. Nice people though, I owe them a thanks.
Three months have gone by and I still can’t get over it. My laziness limits me to travel back there and do the gound search and nothing else seems to be working, seriously I have to do something about it.
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