Nostalgia ...

It was raining heavily outside, and I was standing in a queue along with my dad for admissions to FYJC at Vivek College. I was getting calls from my friends continuously asking if I am done with my admission procedure… they had some plans to go somewhere… my father as any other dad had a hatred for mobile phones and he immediately asked me to switch off my phone. I had to obey his orders as he was the boss.

It was annoying to stand quietly in a queue with no friends and nobody to chat around. Moreover my mobile was also switched off. That is when I actually started looking if there are any girls nearby. I found none of them interesting enough. Suddenly I saw the girl who was standing just in front of me. I didn’t notice her as I was on phone earlier and my dad was also standing next to me… she was beautiful but, a bit too fatty. She was short but still sweet. The first thing that I noticed about her was her eyes and I found them very expressive. Her hair was curly and she was very cute. She kept on going to her mom and coming back to line very frequently. She noticed that I am staring at her… I started enjoying this when I got a positive vibe from her. She had a hidden smile in her eyes, as if she knew what was going on in my mind.

She came and stood next to my dad. I started talking to my dad and without letting him know, I slowly moved forward and overtook him. Now I was standing just behind her. There was a beautiful fragrance of jasmine in the air. May be she was wearing a perfume of that kind. I enjoyed every bit of it. Now, from the place where I was standing I could read what was written on her application form. I read her name, her father’s name, mother’s name and address along with telephone number. I got to know that her native place is very near to my native place and she was a Keralite!!! I was happy about it. In between that as I said earlier, she moved towards her mom and the office counter and came back to the line. We shared many glances and it was amazing. I liked her. Not because she was beautiful or attractive, but, there was a glow in her face, there was a truth in her eyes…

Days passed by and I forgot about the girl I met at the admission line and college started. I made loads and loads of friends on the first day itself. Somewhere in between the crowd, I saw that pretty face once again and I recollected that day. I tried to recollect her name and details from my database (which was already overloaded!!!) and tried to speak to her. But, she was in another division and hence i couldn't speak to her...

There was a music competition one day and, I, as most of you know am a music freak!!! I was always scared of people and the stage. I never had the curage and guts to perform in front of the crowd till I reached vivek and thanks to my friends like Dhaneesh and Nirmal who always supported and encouraged me to sing and perform on the stage. I met many new people and made friends as soon as I entered the classroom, where this competition was going on. And, as I told you I was just one among the audience!

While passing comments and judging the performers sitting at the last row,I saw that same girl peeping through the window and struggling hard to see the competition. I looked at her and smiled. She didn’t smile back. There was a relation in between us. Unknown relation, which was well felt after that day in admission line. I felt a link in between us and may be with that confidence I asked her through actions and lip movements the reason why she is not participating in that competition. I thoght if she is a good singer looking at her face, and also she was a malayalee. She reacted as if she had never seen me before and also as if she didn’t understand my question. She was trying to avoid me..!! but, i somehow felt that she was there just to see me...

Then the competition was over and while moving out of the classroom I saw her standing with her friend. I, with the confidence that I earned from my previous experiences went straight to her and asked her in Malayalam the reason why she didn’t participate.She was shocked… she looked at me with her wet eyes and said

“I don’t know Malayalam”

“But, why? You are a malayalee… your mom is from Thrissur and dad is from Thalasseri right?”  I asked with my extraordinary communication skills (LOLss)

“Oh! My goodness!! But, how you know all that?” I saw her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I know everything about you” I declared.

“Your dad’s name is Unnikrishnan and Mom is Shailaja Right?”

“But, how do you know all this?” she was totally out of the world.

“You stay at Borivali and your telephone number is 2833****”

Now this was totally unacceptable... She couldn’t believe that I know this much about her. Now, she wanted to know more about me. She thought if I was some unknown relative or, some old family friend. I told her I stay at Charkop and about my native. She somehow was not satisfied with that. She wanted to know more about me and she along with her friend came along with me to my bus stop which was a bit too far away from the college. She kept on asking me about me and my family and I answered all of her question and she also was eager to know how I knew so much about her and her family, and I kept that suspense undisclosed.

At last while boarding the bus, I told her how I read all her personal details from the admission form that day while standing in that queue and she realized what has actually happened. This incident will always remain very close to my heart…. :)