Passion for Loving Memories

For a long time I have been searching for a person in different social media. He was my school mate. His name was Sushant. We were in the same standard but different classes. This story is about 8th standard. One day, when I was going to the washroom with my friend, Sushant was standing there with his friends in the corridor of the washroom. He had his bat. As soon as we came out from the washroom he made a pose of kicking a ball behind my friend Ragini. She was not aware of a boy doing such a pose from behind but I saw him when I suddenly turned around. I was scared of what this boy was doing. What is this intention? I suddenly told my friends to hurry up and let's go to class. 

 That day was the turning point of that boy and me. We started staring towards each other. We liked it. It was something romantic for me. He usually used to stand outside of the class where he could see down towards all the stairs that looked round from the surface. Whenever I go there towards computer classes or for the washroom during lunch break I see him in his eyes. I still remember the dark black colour of his eyes. When I stare at him in his eyes it feels like I just keep looking. Sometimes, I mean most of the time I make excuses to go out just to look at him because I knew during lunch break he usually stands there alone. 

There is something different I feel about him. There is some attraction I have felt pulled towards him. There are personal things I can share with him only. 

He usually wears a coat during winters. His shirt color was used to put on the coat color. It was a different and dashing style that time. I started copying him.

When our school finishes and we go towards our buses I see him sometimes coming from the behind. He usually puts his bag in his hand like a vegetable bag we hold. I started copying his style of holding bags. 

One day, our class teacher announced about the school picnic. It was in Delhi, Kutub Minar and a beautiful garden. That day, we sat on the same bus. When we reached our destination we had to get off the bus. He was behind me in the line. When I had to get off the bus he gave me space to go ahead first then I gave him space to go ahead. It happened two or three times but then I allowed myself to step out from the bus. I felt the respect he gave me that time. 

This event happened around 13years ago. It really feels good when you recall your memories that made you feel a clip of romantic moments. It was not just about the feeling of a loving occasion but also gave a glimpse of experience that beatd very strongly in your heart.