Its Funny to recollect :: Dreams..

Teenagers use their friends to assist them in getting attention from a girl or boy. If we see a particular group of girls always hanging around where we spend time, there is likely a girl in the group who thinks you are the answer to her charming fantasy. If there is giggling, whispering, and sometimes pointing whenever we pass by or we are in their area, try to pick out the one who appears embarrassed and does not look directly at you. This is the one who is crazy about you.

It was during my schooling at Rangjung Higher Secondary School. I was in the twelfth standard. I thought I was falling in love with a girl. I used to feel entirely different when I saw her. Her name is Sangay Wangmo. She was in the ninth standard and a day scholar. Though I was senior to her, I never got confident to stand by her. I thought I was the only one that admired her style of scoring in basketball, beauty, smile, and walking style. I have attended sports events, cultural shows... sitting up front cheering for everything for her besides my busy schedule to do homework.

Once it was in morning assembly, I manipulated others to ensure that she stood by my side. My simple plan was to provide her an epistle. And I thought to ask if she was interested in me? A simple “yes” or “no” answer to a single question. But my hesitancy didn’t allow it. Then a plain idea strikes my mind. To act on it, I got my friends to start rumors about the fact that I am crazy about her.

It was during one fine SUPW work program. We were allocated work together. She greeted me. I was astounded and blushed for a while. Not knowing what to say, I gave my sexy smile. Maybe she might have heard about fake rumors. I never thought she'd be interested in me. Or my assumption is wrong.  

From that day, she greeted me warmly every morning. Days passed ... and I was confident enough to face her everywhere. We shared our interests, likes, and aspirations. But I controlled myself and told her what I really felt. From then on, she brought small gifts from home. It was all that was mentioned in conversations. And one special was a pen for my pocket that “doesn’t leak."

She laughs at my jokes and finds opportunities to be in a confined space with me. At lunch, she will tell me that there is something around my mouth and then wipe it off with her finger instead of a napkin. After lunch we will extend our conversations, batting our eyes, giving a sexy smile, teasing, and touching. And occasionally we will be late in our class.

One fine afternoon, she steered the conversation to a more personal level, put her hand on my arm, talking, and ran her fingers through her hair several times and moistened her lips often and whispered her secret in my ears. “Sangay, I am in love with you."