The Proposal
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Boy’s POV:
Last week when I had the golden opportunity of reading her
journal in her absence, I discovered it was me whom she adored. She had written
that I was ‘The One You Cannot Have’ for her. Yes, she was a big Preeti Shenoy
fan. I came across many flattering descriptions about myself like ‘blessed with
the handsomest face’, ‘sapphire blue eyes’, ‘chiseled nose’, ‘jet black hair’.
Was it really so? I wonder. I was thanking my stars that she didn’t notice my
extra big ears and my sometimes awkward gait. Beauty lies in the eyes of the
beholder, they say.
There was more about my smartness; ‘quick and classy’ wit;
high taste for art, antique seals, curios, statues, coins and documents; and my
aim to be an art historian in future. And another three pages about my fashion
sense; my black tailored suits, my fetish for hats, how I twirl it around my
finger before mounting it on and how I believed that fashion is the luxury one
should allow oneself to indulge in. She did notice it all. Did she have the
slightest idea that I completely reciprocated her feelings?
Yesterday I heard her gossiping with her besties about Iraq
war, buried treasures in Japan, and conspiracies behind the Old Testament. All
were topics that I was crazy about. Seemingly, she had already developed a deep
interest about everything I liked. How to make her realize that I’m not that
extraordinary? The one extraordinary and amazing in every sense is her. I’ve
decided to make her know this on Valentine’s Day.
Girl’s POV:
I was stunned. The trees looked beautiful with the lanterns,
the lights and the elaborate decoration. It was the same preparation every year
on the Valentine’s Day eve, but it still managed to surprise me. Then he came
with blue roses, orchids and lavender. The fragrance was wonderful. And then he
spoke for the longest five minutes of my life.
“I am madly, deeply and irrevocable in awe of you. I won’t
say ‘love with you’ yet, as I don’t take love casually. I like every version of
you- the notice-me-not you, the geeky you hiding behind the book racks and
peeking at me, the bespectacled you, and the gossipy you. You are innocent
enough to be corruptible, but you are resolute and fiery in situations that I
almost think you can’t handle. I don’t find you boring at all. You are an
enigma. Allow me to be a part of your life.”
I wanted to vanish in thin air at first. Then I desperately wished
the ground to shallow me before I could blush further. And then I wanted to
feel the feelings unhindered, without doubt. I said Ok- a resonating stupid one
syllable, Ok.
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