Being in love, being passionate about having someone around you is a wonderful feeling. The feel fades away, moves out and you miss it, and the search begins for that adrenaline rush. The blood rush when, her hair brushes your face, the smell of good old cinthol powder, tulsi leaves and jasmine flowers, leaves you dumbstruck. Affairs in school days are something that remains within you. Those are the days you fear the class teacher, fellow students, parents and everyone around you, but still meet her at the backstage during annual day, at the backseat of the school bus during excursions, fun that can never come back.
But then there are extends to which, people go to be near someone you like.This blog is about one of my close friends who got married recently. Big bombs come in small sizes, is a statement you'll believe when you meet this guy just kissing five feet. Anyways, he was a romantic within, fell in love with a girl every quarter and had the guts to go behind a girl, stop her on the main road and propose in front of three other girls, barely able to look into her eyes without lifting his face at 60 degrees. Anyways, during the fall of 1998, our friend fell for a girl, who was the grandchild of the school's owner. Irking her, was liking poking a lion on it's ass inside a cave with just one exit.
Listening to someone is unmanly, and our hero never listened. The girl was a hosteler and I was the messenger always. From passing letters under the table to giving chocolates and flowers, convincing her that the chances my friend won't fall for anyone else kept me busy. Summer vacation meant a break in the flow of activities, love was oozing out and to feel her always was the point of discussion. Getting her book, bag hairband, lip balm something that could make our hero, feel the chick. At last, it was decided that something she wore, would be fine. Knowing the legacy, We denied stealing undergarments :).
Jumping into the ladies toilet at 2:00 am in the morning was fun. Sanitary pads, face scrubs, undergarments of all sizes and shapes. Arguments on who wears what etc went on till 2:45 am. We could find a white kurti with her name embroidered under it. We took it along with countless face masks, scrubs etc. Vacation started and one fine day, we walked into our friends home and the sight was quite embarrassing, dressed in the stolen white Kurti, jumping in joy the boy's face had a spark of fire in it.
Thank god, his face almost has the same spark, while he got married to this young lady. His posts in Orkut serves as the evidence, might be it's about the spark a woman could bring in, that's what he is passionate about and he has found his spark again.
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