Layla: Butterflies

Disclaimer: All characters and events depicted below are purely fictional. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental.

 

8 years ago –

I still remember the day, when he saw her for the first time. Wasn’t she beautiful! Poor guy, his heart stopped beating for a while, she was adorable that even I went blank, no! I was rather lost. I wanted to tell him to look somewhere else but his eyeballs were stuck on her (let’s not talk about the state of his mouth). She was just entering the class looking like an angel in blue jeans. They just shared an eye contact for a fraction of a second and he whispered “Oh…my…god” In that moment, he came out of a cardiac arrest.

It was his first day at college, he was trying to make conversation with other folks but her eyes grabbed his attention. That night, he was restless, just thinking about her. Trying to imagine the way she looked, her eyes, even her thoughts would make him smile. He was in love for the first time.

A few days later, he thought of getting her phone number. So I came up with a master plan. We decided to pass on his only notebook to EVERYBODY (subtle huh) in the class and get their number. When the book was passed to her, (oh that million dollar smile on his face), she looked at him and wrote down the number. She gently asked for his (this was the first time they spoke with each other; he just felt a ton of butterflies in his stomach) He was dumbstruck for a couple of seconds. Then he said “Sorry! I don’t have a mobile”. Oh god, he was never fond of mobiles before. But that day changed something. Mobile became the only thing he ever wanted. It became a mission. And he cried and begged, and finally got one.

Now we had the biggest problem confronting us, the starting trouble. I confused him (that’s kind of my hobby). He had her number but he was in “should I or should I not” phase. With toe in his mouth, he decided to send few (4 per day, after every meal) forward messages. Finally got a reply from her, “May I know who is this?” Oops my bad, I had forgotten to tell him to put his name below the forward message. Then he introduced himself; there was no reply from her. He just kept sending those forward messages (hoping to get a reply), and one day she replied with another forward message.

At that moment, all hell broke loose, I planned a scheme to contradict the shit mentioned in that forward message (please don’t try this at home; not a good idea to contradict a girl based on some dumb forward message). But somehow it worked. And they started talking to each other (chatting to be precise). When it comes to the real world, our guy never had the balls to talk to her, his legs trembled, mouth went dry, I used to go blank (I don’t know why? Maybe I was falling for her!)

A couple of years passed, it was almost the end of the college. I was in love with her, truly, madly, deeply, and I was fucked. And he was so passionate about her, for him, she was the one. She was driving him crazy. So we decided to put our shit together and get it done, once and for all.

March 28^th – It’s been few days that I have kept him awake.  He used to look at his mobile every fucking second, waiting for her message. She had unknowingly cast a spell on him; he was addicted to her. That night, he was just staring into the infinite void of the sky (and I was blank! It happens at times with me)

March 29^th – I don’t know what I was thinking, I told him to take out his bike, ride as fast as he can (oh that felt good). Love was blowing in the wind; he felt every grain of sand as he was walking on the beach, gazing at the endless horizon. Sun was half set, I was confused (this happens a lot), I told him to call her and the dumb fellow called (LOL). She received the call and said “Hello” and there was silence for few seconds. He goes “I wanna say something (and his heart skipped a beat), not through this, I wanna say it in person, I will catch you tomorrow.” She said “Okay then, see you at college, bye”, and he just disconnected the call. His pants were almost wet.

March 30^th – He went to college to confess his love. By the time he reached, she had left. He went berserk. He called up his gang and told them that he is going to propose her today at any cost, even if that meant going to her home and shouting from the gate. At that point of time, nothing else mattered. But he needed a bit of liquid courage. So they went to a BAR bought a pint (mixed it with coke), went to college rooftop, bottom’s up. And they were just counting stars on a hot sunny day. He missed, India Vs. Pakistan, 2011 world cup semi final for her sake (naah he was just high throughout the match). Considering our condition, we postponed it to the next day.

March 31^st – D-day. He wore his lucky black shirt and went to the coaching institute where they were doing the project together, told his gang not to enter the lift so that he and she will have some lone time. She saw him, smiled and stood alongside him. By the time, the lift had come, they both entered. She asked, “Hey, you called me yesterday; you wanted to say something!” All the blood flowed in his mouth.  He said “I still remember the first time I saw you…aah you know what I am going to say, right” She gave a look like she doesn’t (I thought, she had a smile on her face, oh I bet, that bitch knew what he wanted to say, but still she wanted to hear it from his mouth). He said “I love you. Before you say anything else, let me complete. It’s not something which started yesterday or the day before, I have been feeling this for a long time. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Why am I telling this now? Coz we are almost done with our college, we might not even meet after this, but I really wanted to tell you the way I felt about you. 10 years down the line, I don’t wanna think that my life would have been different if I had proposed you. You don’t have to give an answer right now. Take your time. Think and decide.”

She had a weird expression on her face (I guess, she was about to throw up in her mouth), she said “Why…We hardly know each other”.  “If you need to hear why I love you, I can go on all night and day. I mean, we know each other from the past 3 years, but if you still think the same, I am game to spend more time with you. I would love if I can get to know more about you. I want a lifetime with you, and with you, forever won’t be too long.” he said.

She said “But I just see you as a friend” [“Friend zoned” really! What the fuck] “I apologize; I can’t see myself as your friend or brother. I can’t play a different role in your life other than the one I want to” he said (It was always his way or the highway).

“I am really sorry.” she said. He just smiled (from the outside and wept from the inside)

This was the closest he ever came to a relationship. They never spoke after this and he never wore his lucky black shirt again.

(By the way, I had a Plan B, to propose on April 1^st with the song “love you till the end”, he totally screwed it. If it was my way, things would never be the same)

Present day –

He is chilling out in some food court sipping his coffee, with his gang, staring at a smoking hot chick sitting on the other side of the table (I think I like her too, “Gulabi ankhein Jo teri dekhi Sharabi ye dil ho gaya”)

Oh, did I introduce myself? Hi, I am Mind. Just between you and me, this is what I will be playing tonight in his dreams (pretty nice huh, just like facebook memories)

To be continued – Layla: Untold Story (Click here)

 

P.S. I don’t know who the heck is Layla, maybe we should ask Eric Clapton (or Google it) 😛

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