Unconditional
This is a story of Sangamitra and Parakram, something I have been working on for quite a long time. Read and tell me how it is.
UNINTENTIONAL (ch1)
I was in love with Parakram, the first time I saw him.
The chill bit my bones that November morning in Claire's high boarding, which didn't matter because I hated this school just as much in every other season too. It was a desolated place with mundane routines and irritating, overenthusiastic, hyperactive people. I loathed this school from day 1. I didn't have many friends, and was ok with being a loner; at least it was so much better than smiling without any reason. Annual Day was approaching and every body had to participate, there was no choice. I could feel my irritation convert into a frown on my forehead as I walked into my classroom assigned to yet another group, my group. That's when, as if unconsciously and unintentionally, my eyes traced him out of the crowd. He bore an expression quite similar to mine, only more beautifully carved. The crowd no longer remained; it was just him and me in the room.
He kept to himself, which I thought was habitual and despite the fact that he was new here. From the corner of the room, I could see him stand in handsome passiveness, leaning against the windows behind him, the daylight from which illuminated his contours, making him appear angel like. He was quite tall for an 11th class boy, like I was too tall for a 9th class girl, then. His arms were covered with sleeves colored olive green and were folded, outlining the shape of his muscular arms. I remember a sudden breathlessness which blanked my thoughts and muted every sound in the room. Probably, the earth stood still.-and- that's when I knew.
He and I were the only angry people in that chirpy crowd and probably that's what connected me to him.
Waltz. I didn't know waltz. I didn't even know how to dance! And I had to choose a partner for myself. I didn't, I just stood there and continued gazing at him, ignoring what the teachers said, while my vision tore through the people who passed the long distance in between, blurring him. By the time I got back to my senses, I realized I was the only person without a partner, every body else had chosen one. But I also noticed that there were exactly 10 boys, 10 girls and 9 couples. I looked at him again, he stood with no one.
My 10 boy 10 girl theory started making sense. Without hesitation but a cautiously put up serious face trying to show the level of disinterest for such a thing, yet a smiling happy heart; I marched up beside the line of girls facing their respective partners, and he would be mine.
I tried to look at his face, which was gazing at the windows he was leaning against before. He was beautiful! But I had fallen for him before I knew that.was it possible to fall in love before seeing any onee? unintentional love? And right now, I can't get my eyes away from him. His face was a deep tanned brown shade with cheekbones set high and hazel brown eyes with a hint of sunlight. But they weren't looking at me, and I pretended I wasn't either. And then, my beautiful moment came to an end as we were told to dismiss and that practice would begin tomorrow. I was annoyed, for the first time I wanted to stay in a class and enjoy the moment.
That night, I wrote my first letter to him.
I was in love with Parakram, the first time I saw him.
The chill bit my bones that November morning in Claire's high boarding, which didn't matter because I hated this school just as much in every other season too. It was a desolated place with mundane routines and irritating, overenthusiastic, hyperactive people. I loathed this school from day 1. I didn't have many friends, and was ok with being a loner; at least it was so much better than smiling without any reason. Annual Day was approaching and every body had to participate, there was no choice. I could feel my irritation convert into a frown on my forehead as I walked into my classroom assigned to yet another group, my group. That's when, as if unconsciously and unintentionally, my eyes traced him out of the crowd. He bore an expression quite similar to mine, only more beautifully carved. The crowd no longer remained; it was just him and me in the room.
He kept to himself, which I thought was habitual and despite the fact that he was new here. From the corner of the room, I could see him stand in handsome passiveness, leaning against the windows behind him, the daylight from which illuminated his contours, making him appear angel like. He was quite tall for an 11th class boy, like I was too tall for a 9th class girl, then. His arms were covered with sleeves colored olive green and were folded, outlining the shape of his muscular arms. I remember a sudden breathlessness which blanked my thoughts and muted every sound in the room. Probably, the earth stood still.-and- that's when I knew.
He and I were the only angry people in that chirpy crowd and probably that's what connected me to him.
Waltz. I didn't know waltz. I didn't even know how to dance! And I had to choose a partner for myself. I didn't, I just stood there and continued gazing at him, ignoring what the teachers said, while my vision tore through the people who passed the long distance in between, blurring him. By the time I got back to my senses, I realized I was the only person without a partner, every body else had chosen one. But I also noticed that there were exactly 10 boys, 10 girls and 9 couples. I looked at him again, he stood with no one.
My 10 boy 10 girl theory started making sense. Without hesitation but a cautiously put up serious face trying to show the level of disinterest for such a thing, yet a smiling happy heart; I marched up beside the line of girls facing their respective partners, and he would be mine.
I tried to look at his face, which was gazing at the windows he was leaning against before. He was beautiful! But I had fallen for him before I knew that.was it possible to fall in love before seeing any onee? unintentional love? And right now, I can't get my eyes away from him. His face was a deep tanned brown shade with cheekbones set high and hazel brown eyes with a hint of sunlight. But they weren't looking at me, and I pretended I wasn't either. And then, my beautiful moment came to an end as we were told to dismiss and that practice would begin tomorrow. I was annoyed, for the first time I wanted to stay in a class and enjoy the moment.
That night, I wrote my first letter to him.
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