I turned into a hopeless romantic. I’d wait outsid |

I turned into a hopeless romantic. I’d wait outside Smriti's bus until she’d boarded and would leave for my home only after the bus had slipped out of sight. Sometimes our eyes would cross, and less than a second later, I’d let my vision toss to the sky and feet race towards the horizon. I didn’t want her to know that I was following her. During the holidays after the boards, when I couldn’t see her, I dialed her landline number. I had picked it up from Ranjit's slam-book. She’d filled before our classes ended because Ranjit was leaving for Kota after 10th. She picked up the call. Unable to speak a word, I played the song Dil ko Tumse Pyaar Hua on the speakers and waited for her to respond. She uttered hello thrice, the third rather peeved, and just at the time Roop Singh Rathod had started singing the romantic verse Main Deewana Tera Ban Gaya Jaanejana, she disconnected. I didn’t try calling her again. I feared what if she had a caller id: after all, she was a Carmelite, good in English, hence in all probability, technologically affluent. Chapter 1. Episode 6. Click on #Amoeba to read in continuation. #NaNoWriMo

I turned into a hopeless romantic. I’d wait outsid

Harsh