Being a rebellious, feisty teenager, quite a heretic to the staunch belief in love I
The most aspired dream of walking in the hallway hand in hand was sadly my
darkling nightmare filled with flaws.
I thought to myself that this serious aberration of mine must be put abed;
Or else I will soon be mistaken for someone intimidating instead.
Does the tummy really growl in excitement, with varied emotions gushing down
the blood stream?
Or is it just like a veil of happiness that the body bears when fed with a layer of
“The knight in shining armour” there he was with the charm of a gem and a
persona that made me gasp with an elated smile;
But, I abhor to say that abstaining love was still my style.
His decorous words badgered me to give in this time;
But yet again, quarrelling my own inhibitions I sat there gazing away aimlessly
He snapped his finger to draw me back;
Concluding his sentence by casually using the 3 magical words my dictionary
I will not refute the fact that I was completely stubbed and hesitant by this
sudden gesture of so called “love”;
But at the same time I could feel those emotions gushing down my blood which I
couldn’t help to shove.
With all these contradicting thoughts running through the cerebrum of my
Little did I realise that all this while my hand was tightly clutched onto his,
drenched in the most romantic rain.
I stood there in despair while he swiftly moved his lips through mine;
Clenched his arms around me and asked me if I was fine.
I shut my eyes and frantically opened them back, just in time to push him farther
away from my inhibition;
“I’m sorry” I said in a low key voice and he politely stepped back with utmost
I could hear his footsteps fade by while all I knew for myself was that I tried and
But just when I heard no thumping feet I wept and cried.
It took me a while to pull myself back only to realise that those tears were for
“my” love ;
And every time my tummy growled, my conscience said to me that these weren’t
emotions I could shove?
I ran with all happy feet thumping;
And my heart full of elated beats pumping.
I could see a blurry face from a distance;
But I could already tell that it was a sight of complete irresistance
I shouted his name and reached him feeling breathless already;
I didn’t want to waste more time because I wanted this one to go steady.
I thought it was stereotyped to be a guy thing;
But with all the running away from love I did, it had to be me on one knee with
It took me by surprise with all the haste in which he said yes;
Finally protected in his arms I realised how easy it was to get out of all this
He slid his lips through mine brushing off all the thoughts that had conquered
You realise that it is all an illusion till you meet the best man you can ever find.
My romantic instincts may be a complete fail,
But still I cannot wait to tell my kids about my unrealistic fairy tale.
– Bhoomika Shah