Obsessed with observation
I enter Ranveer's room. He seems ready. He is wearing a white shirt with golden borders and a veatti. He looks at me with a smile and a certain shyness, he asks:
"How do I look ?"
"You look great, obviously not as good as me but still it is enough for a groom." I answer with a mocking tone.
He does not reply and just laughs. I do not know how I am able to joke even though my heart is beating like a broken engine. I must pull myself together, it is my best friend's marriage, I add:
"Finish getting ready, it is almost time."
"Ok", he says.
I get out of the room and go to check if the final preparations are done. While walking, I see a teenage boy going behind my cousin, Swapna who has nearly the same age. I stare at him directly in the eyes while slowly twirling my moustache and tying the veatti. I stop Swapna to ask her how she is doing. Suddenly, he looks at the floor, surprised. He seems scared and chooses to stop following Swapna. It was funny to see how a stern look of mine could make any teen shiver. Nowadays, I do not like when men follow women in order to impress or seduce them. However, when I was myself a teen, it is something that I did.
At the time, I was seventeen and studying in second year of high school. It was the first day of school. I made a couple of friends during the first year so I hoped that I was going to be in their class. As I predicted, knowing my luck, they were all in different classes than mine so I felt the boredom coming on the way. During the breaks, we used to walk around the school, along the corridors. On that day, I did not feel like wandering but I met Ranveer and we just started to walk. I thought that this year was going to be like the previous one, a little fun with friends, bad grades but enough to pass the exams. Then, that day, I saw a face which changed the unfolding of that doomed routine.
My eyes were wide open. It was the same face that I lastly saw during the tuition. She looked grown up. She was wearing modern clothes and she put on some make up. She was with her friends. Words were coming out of her thin lips covered with a thin layer of light pink lipstick. She was probably in a good mood as she was holding and waving her long hair which were worn in a braid with her left hand. She was making various face expressions depending on the flow of the conversations. Her eyes, her nose, her lips and even the dimples on her face which appeared while smiling were beautiful to see. We crossed her and I felt an incredible sensation on me. It was as if suddenly I had a surge of energy, my instincts were just kicking in.
After that day, it became a ritual. During break times, I would roam in the corridors until I would find her. I did not notice but it became an obsession, an addiction. It was as if I could not have a day without seeing her. I would not talk to her, just glaring at her once was enough to me. Her walk was stylish but also majestic at the same time. I did not know how and why but seeing her gave me a different feeling of happiness that I could not get anywhere else. I wanted to know more on her: the people with whom she would spend time, the places she liked to go, the food she liked... Nevertheless, I could not go and talk to her. Something was holding me back. It could have been the fear of being rejected or something deeper that I could not understand. A whole year passed like that. The two-months summer holiday had always been a period that I loved but the fact that I was not going to see her brought that strange sensation back. Indeed, it was as if I lost something and nothing could replace it. It was the same feeling I had when I stopped the tuition. Anyway, I tried to cheer up as I was going to see her the next September for a whole new year of school.
Following can be tempting,
Especially when it becomes instinctive,
But be careful not to be crushing,
The privacy and become obsessive,
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