Written by: Vikki
I was there waiting for his appearance, I was surrounded by hundreds of hot guys wearing different shades of dresses and looks, still I was looking for that special one. Somewhere in the corner of my mind the song from J Lo’s ‘Waiting for you tonight’ playing again and again. “ Will he be there tonight?”, “Even if he comes, will he talk to me?”, “Can I have that beautiful smile from him at least?”, millions of question arising in my little brain, it was multi-tasking.
After hours of torturing time finally he arrived. He was there standing tall with bunch of friends who looked even hottier. I was stoned, speechless. My time machine was running wild; it was in a feral state. The rehearsals I had for that first meet gone totally fuzzy, I had dreamt of that moment, prepared thousands of permutation and combination to approach him and introduce myself, but I lost my maths. I was just standing there like a Liberty statue, my heart was the only organ operating at that time pounding faster than drums of Sivamani.
He looked hotter than the pictures in his profile which I have gone through zillion of times. He was wearing an outfit which could pit my poor costume on that day. Arguably he was the most dazzling guy in the crowd. I saw him still standing there in the entrance waiting for something or someone, I had no clue. Then he just came in. I anchored myself 5 feet away from him when he passed me. I couldn’t move an inch. It was a Sadapti Express, which I could rewind and play in my mind hundred times at nights.
Somebody came and woke me up, I was totally lost myself in the woods. Where were those introduction speeches I have prepared all these days to talk with him? I had no idea if he noticed me, if he knew there was this crazy boy standing 5 feet away from him waiting for years to meet him? My second standard class teacher was shouting at me saying “You are a stupid boy, hopeless idiot”.
Now my sensor was all over him, I was closely watching every move of his. He turned 200 times and looked at people standing behind me. He glanced 100 times searching for someone. He smiled and laughed infinite times to get the attention of someone. I was wondering if he knew my name or at least he knew my existence. It was a horrible, pain taking night. Crashed my memories and fantasies I had all these days. I have managed to say ‘Hi’ to 99 guys out of 100 that night. It must be my worst nightmare. And then in the end I saw him leaving with bunch of hotties. He turned to say ‘Bye’ to someone standing next to me, in few seconds he vanished in the dark.
I came home and slept badly to erase my worst day of my life, if I could have a time machine, I can rewind and go back, say ‘Hi’ to him at least this time. Next morning was even more worse. My laptop was covered with dust. The coffee I drank was sugarless. The day started with pathetic moments. My internet connection was slower than tortoise. Finally I have managed to open my PR account and check the messages. There was just one message, it was from him saying “Seems you were too busy last night, you didn’t even notice me, not even one glance or smile, you said ‘Hi’ to everyone except me, i tried my best to get your attention and failed. I guess you didn’t see me, is it?”
Written by: Vikki