This story belonged to another special someone whom i met during class three. She was the class topper and the most intelligent girl in the class. She was smart, generous, and always tried to help others. It was during this phase of my life that I used to make the class laugh with my jokes, and she was the one who really appreciated my jokes. She was different from other girls in the class, and i could sense a better human being in her. Perhaps this is the reason I used to like her so much. She had an exceptional ability to understand even the most complex subjects effortlessly. Every teacher and every student in the whole class used to be marvelled on her academic performance.
With every passing week, my admiration for her grew stronger and stronger. I found myself constantly daydreaming about her, eagerly listening to her gossip and trying to understand her. Every little interaction with her, no matter how small, it felt like a cherished moment. Every night, I would practice some random practical jokes and try to study hard so that I could get her attention. And I was getting a bit of it. She genuinely respected me and my efforts as I tried to lift up my grades. And at that year, I scored fourth in the whole class. It was a great accomplishment as it brought me to her attention.
Teachers used to make groups, and she would take me in for group projects. I was an active member, and I would help them with their task get relevant information and try to solve their issues effortlessly. She always had this sweet and caring gesture whenever she used to talk to me or would see me. I could feel a sweet friendship with her. I can remember how she smiled at my jokes. It was not loud or timud, it was an elegant smile. Sweet and caring.
I remember the day my feelings for her got stronger. We were given a group project and the electricity went off. We were sweating, it was a hot summer day without electricity. Our school was small and it was crowded. There were roughly around twenty students in the class, but still, it was a hectic scene. The heat and sweat were making it difficult to do the given task. We were supposed to make a presentation on an art paper. And our sweats were making the paper wet. So I decided to use a book as fun. And swing it left to right with speed and doing so would generate air. It was not enough, but at least it would have helped them. I was getting tired, and no one saw it except for her. She stopped me and took the book from my hand. She then told me to continue the work while she does my work of swinging the book. I was hesitant and told her not to do it. But she was eager to take up my place. She told me that she felt sorry that I was sweating to provide air while they were all sitting down. I felt touched by her sweet and caring gestures, I thanked her for that but continued to do my work. We became friends after that, but who knew fate had other plans. She changed her school and left me alone on the other side. But even though she left and the school year came to an end, my random crush on her spread like wild fire.
Years later, one day, when I was casually travelling by a rickshaw, I saw her again. She was an adult now, but her height remained the same. She still had the same sweet and caring personality in her eyes. The moment I saw her, I stopped the rickshaw puller and got off to go to her. But there was a twist, she was with a man about my age or bigger. I realized that she was probably married. She and the man were smiling together as they went inside the restaurant. They looked like a happy couple, and so I went back to my home. She was not the love of my life ,but I used to like her presence and her caring nature.
