Love is when she makes coffee for me and takes a sip before giving it to me, to make sure the taste is OK.
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Love is when she makes coffee for me and takes a sip before giving it to me, to make sure the taste is OK.
Our exams were over and the
semester was over. The winter breaks were on. I stayed home and of course, on
my laptop most of the time. My mother used to scold me for sitting on the
computer continuously for hours. And then, the volume level of my woofers used
to annoy everyone. New Year was approaching and I used to compare myself in
every aspect with the year that was passing. I had found someone; I could pass
my life with. It found a good friend, Tanisha, with whom I used to share my day
talks. She was 2 year junior though. It was mid of August that year that I sent
a random friend request to a girl, like a dumb boy would do. She didn't accept
it so earlier. She was getting into our college in September. For a long time,
we used to talk in messages, but we were not friends yet. And then, like slowly
and slowly, things got better, we used to talk whole day. She was a cute little
girl who would always send me a single smiley ‘:P’ at the end of every text. It
was funny. She made me laugh often. Actually, we used to laugh. We never met in
person, but we shared all. It was funny, but I liked it though. We never talked
over phone, but we were texting friends. I loved it. That year, I was handling
the responsibility at the auditorium where the fresher would sit and would
listen to the boring ppts and other speeches. We met in person there only for
the very first time. I, along with one of my friends, Iqbal was handling the
stage during the stage for some starting informal conversation with the juniors.
We told them about the college life and the rules. We made them comfortable and
they joined us in laughter soon. We were asking few questions in between too.
She dropped me a text, ‘Don’t ask me anything’. I looked at her and promised
her with my eyes. She sent me a smiley. We met later during lunch and that too
for a short span. She was a little kiddo, who had a smile on her face all the
time even without reasons. Though I was a senior, I never presented like the
one to her. We were friends. Often, she used to say, ‘ I wish you wereAnd then that smile fell off her face for the last time. And she was no longer perfect, no longer flawless. All that was left of her was a beautiful disaster.
Life is indeed unfair. There are times when I’d stare at the sky at night and wonder why you are my entire universe when I’m not even a little star in yours.
I am waiting as the time goes by