The girl in a pink jacket

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the short story about that same girl I have met in IV. I already wrote a poem about her. Now I am trying my hands on short story.

Submitted: January 06, 2015

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Sometimes while travelling with life you meet some people and they stay with you forever but not ever. These people make some impact in your mind and change your mind.
I also had that impact. I was travelling for industrial visit. She was in another compartment in train. She had worn ablue top and pink jacket. Her beautiful eyes were beautiful like diamonds. Her glowing white face made my heart skip a beat. I was sitting opposite to her, capturing her every moment. Her smile, eyes, moving lips, sleeping face. She was talking to her friend. Her every expression 
was stopping my heart. I didn't sleep in that journey. I didn’t want close my eyes and miss any of her moment.


Then we again met in a bus.She was one seat behind parallel to me. I didn't believe in one side love, actually I didn't believe in love. But that was different, that was something amazing. It was like something chilling breeze ran through my body. Every thing around me started to happening in slow motion. My heart was saying she is perfect 'go propose her', but mind was saying 'relationship sucks'.
And I chose mind.


It was dinner time in a Corbett hotel. She was sitting next to my table. I don't know why we were coming together every time. I liked that, those eye contacts, her eyes through her black and white specs.
There was a bonfire at Corbett. All were gathered. She was there. She was standing next to the bonfire. Her face was glowing yellow because of fire light, making her look more beautiful. She was dancing around the fire. I wasn't even blinking. Her every movement made me crazy. Her perfect chubby body was moving with music. Her constant smile made me smile too. I was standing cold, capturing her every movement. Her pink muffler over her head made her look like a white cream strawberry cake.


The next day at Corbett. It was a dinner time. There was a long queue for dinner. All were waiting for noodles. After a while noodles came.  I took some of it and turned to go forward. But there was she, standing beside me. A chilly sensation ran through my body. I took a long breath and asked her, ‘Noodles?'
She replied, ' yahh!’ 
I took her plate and served her some noodles.
'bass bass.. (enough enough)' she said tapping my back.
I gave her dish. 
She smiled and replied, ‘Thank you.'
'Welcome' I said with blushing. 
That was the first time I had talked with her. 
That conversation with her got fixed in my mind. I saw her innocent eyes blinked 5 times during our conversation, because I didn’t blink.


That night I was not able to sleep. I was repeating the entire scenario in my mind. 
'How she said thank you to me! Her lip movement. Her black and white spectacle covering her beautiful eyes and her pink jacket.'


And suddenly she was there. Standing in balcony of hotel. I approached towards her. I was nervous. With sweaty palms I touched her shoulder. She turned towards me. Her beautiful face made me speechless again. But finally I gathered courage and asked her for coffee. She didn't blink for 10 sec. and replied with positive nod. It was cloudy evening. I was having a perfect moment of my life. She was walking with me, hand in hand, talking. I was just listening and collecting every moment. We both entered in CCD and ordered coffee. We were talking about something. I don't even remember what we were talking about. Suddenly all started moving. That was like an earthquake. Our coffees spilled. CCD fell. She vanished. 
"Wake up, wake up” my roommate was trying to wake me up.
I was on my bed. Had the best dream of my life. The dream was so vivid and it came at morning. People say that morning dreams come true. I just woke up from bed and came in a balcony with constant smile. Took a long breath and said I wish it would come true.


The next was Nainital. A beautiful place covered with snow. Naini River between two mountains. She was sittingt at the same position (one seat behind parallel) in bus. I was trying to see her face. 
It was dinner time. I had always tried to find a place next to her while eating. But that day I first caught a place and then she caught a table next to me. I was so happy from inside. I wasn't concentrating on dinner. After a few minutes a boy came and sat beside her. He was furiously talking with her. I ignored and started concentrating on dinner. That was the first time I felt jealous. She was teaching me new emotions.
Then next day while travelling to mall road I sat exactly parallel to her. She looked like an angel in her blue and white checks shirt and red glares. White face, red glares, perfect curled hairs. I was acting like a stalker but that was making me happy. She made me happy. Just seeing her made me happy. So that was love or just another reason for a story?
We were coming together frequently. Most of the time she was with that boy. Every time, I ignored him, but that was bothering me. I started to fall for her. 


We were in Delhi and decided to go to the Karol bagh. She was also coming but then she decided to go with that boy, only two of them. Then I asked one of my friends about her. Then she said that, she loves that boy and that boy also loves her. I didn't react but deep down inside I hurt. It was like a gunshot gone straight through my heart and it stopped beating. But I didn't react. Hid my emotions with smile. That's the only thing I am good at it, hiding.
I was totally frustrated on myself. Started questioning to myself
“Why I am so shy? Why don’t I have courage to go and express myself?” 
I was so damn angry on myself.
I didn't want to see her face but god wants to give continuous torture to me. Every day on dinner time and in bus I saw her but with that boy only.
It was a 31st night. Last day of the year. Everyone was happy, dancing. She was dancing too. She was perfect for me. But god didn't think that I deserve her. She looked great. Her curly end hair was perfectly dancing with her. At that moment I thought music is made only for her. Her every dance move made me more and more fall for her. Perfect chubby body, sharp diamond eyes were drawing my attention. 


Countdown began 5...4...3...2...1 and happy new year everyone shouted. Everyone started to wish their loved ones. I was waiting... Waiting and waiting. Finally didn't wish her. I don't know that was my ego or I was so scared to approach. New Year started with another heart break. I don't think this New Year will have any good things for me. Because I realized that if you are a good guy you would never get a girlfriend.
I was a believer in god, not much, but yeah I was. But if god would be there he had known how much I loved her. How I felt for her. I know I am not perfect but nobody's perfect. I wasted whole IV. I am not even a friend of her. I don't know if she knows my name. She is my heaven but I am a stranger to her. That's the truth. 
Now a days, Every time I go to sleep, one thought always come in my mind. 'I wish I had talked to her. Told her how I felt for her' 


I am never going to forget her.

 
But still, I wish if I would get a chance I will always keep her happy. 

 


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