I see you every single day. I don’t know why, but looking at
you gives me a reason to stay alive. Looking at you and looking for you have
become for me, a ritual. To perform this, I always remember what time you get
into the university. I know the timing of your classes and rooms where they
held
I always hated smoking, but now I am in love with it as it
the only excuse to stay at the gate waiting for your appearance that is nothing
less than a cardiologic relieve for me. You always set your scarf once you are
out of the car, it is you do always or you do it for me.
I always have a pile of papers ready to be photo copied, as
you can get into photo copy shop any time. I always pray that the photo copy
machine takes 5 minutes per print but then I remember, being near to you for a
single minutes passes like multiple live, how I would bear being there for many
minutes.
I always have homemade lunch with me but I never take it out
the bag. I always stand in the queue to buy me ready made lunch from the canteen
as it provides me with couple of more minutes to be near you.
I am always late for Data Structure class, as this is the
time you are sitting with your friends outside in the lawn. I remember each and
every movement you make during that sitting. I always wonder why you place your
little finger on your chin. I have always been wondering why your scarf slips
down every two minutes.
I have always been waiting for your class to end, as it
gives me another chance to get near to you. I always walk out of that main door
behind you praying, we leave the boundary of the world together. I always
notice that tiny smile at the corner of your lips. I assume, that is my reward,
is it?
Once out of the door, I see you getting into your car and I
leave for the bus stop. As I walk, the memories of your beautiful presence keep
me enchanted. You are too pretty for a guy like me, but I have heard miracles
do happen to the lovers.
One day, I’ll have enough courage to tell you what I feel
for you. The day, the miracle would happen.
