Adolescence captures the essence of love,as every move made towards it at this age, is genuinely novel in its attribute.
Earth outside was smelling of rain that evening.Temperature had dipped marking the start of winter.Everyone in the classroom was shivering as clothing failed to cope the unexpected fall in temperature.Sitting in the first row,she was rubbing here palms together to beat the cold.Her curled hair locks were frolicking in front of her right eye.She was looking unignorably cute.Here was I furtively glancing at her intermittently,thinking of starting a conversation.My effort was brutally sabotaged by the arrival of teacher.
“Force=Mass x Acceleration” were the words written on the blackboard.My heart at the same time was replete with dialogues that would spark the interaction between us after the class.
“We’ll start tomorrow with Newton’s second law of motion” were the parting words of teacher.A blackboard scribbled with all sort of diagrams and questions and my blank notebook were the testimony of the physics class that day.
That girl in pink was all that mattered to me at that moment. I offered her a long treausred Perk to her. She tentatively took it in her hands that were warm now by cumulative effect of meticulous jotting of notes and preceded by rubbing of hands.
“Thank you” she tweeted in her soft voice.I was speechless and acted in the most dumb possible way.
Abiding by the good girlish traditions she immediately groped within her bag to come out with an Alpenliebe, that was offered to me.
I snatched it from her fingers because of nervousness. However I forgot to express my thanks instantaneously.
Alpenliebe was immediately sliding on my tongue while she was moving down the stairs. I was reminded of unchivalorous demeanour and I chased her to say “thank you”.
Her pink top printed with flowers was adding beauty to her face in the dusky backdrop. Adding to the aestheticism of the milieu was the backgroung chattering of her teeth due to abrupt cold weather.
I said,”Thanks for the Alpenliebe!”, with my eyes on her red-toes.
“Don’t be so formal,friends do not say Thank you” she replied in cliched manner. Those words despite of their literal penury,seemed the most luxuriant entity to me at that moment.
She was still looking in my eyes with her left leg on the starting kick of her scooter.
She had seconds ago acknowledged me as a FRIEND and had gifted me an Alpenliebe in return of the chocolate. I was dumbfounded.
My trance was broken by a melodious “BYE” to which I replied silently shaking my hand, to notice the wrapper of the now eaten Alpenliebe.
Wrapper went into my pocket as first souvenir of our togetherness,as seed of love was sown on that cold evening.
Small City Thinker 